Anthony Chamberlaine Brothers’ obituary notice was a surprise and a reminder of a frequent name in the letters pages of the Eastbourne Herald and the Eastbourne Gazette. Such is life, he had gone quiet in old age and it has been a long time since his last letter; some say that it is no bad thing to go through life and be forgotten about. Eighty-nine is a ripe old age. He had a wry sense of humour. “He was a town crier, was he? That rings a bell,” was he sort of thing that he wrote for the amusement of readers and the betterment of the town.