In Memory  ....................... Eric Stanley Worden                               a life cut short
Although I follow the Scottish clan tradition of accepting all that, by upbringing or adoption, take the name Scott as membership, I was not born into the clan. If anything my affiliation was with clan Fraser through my mother, Patricia Mary Simpson. Genetically, my paternal genes originate with a family from the Preston area in Lancashire, England. My paternal Grandfather was a George Stanley Worden and Grandmother Lilian May. My birth-father was their son, Eric Stanley Worden.
Sergeant Eric Stanley Worden served with Bomber Command in  630 Squadron flying Lancasters. The squadron was based on  East Kirkby in Lincolnshire. My mother was, like so many other  young women in those uncertain times, always ready to enjoy the  dances that were organised for the airmen’s recreation. So it was  that she met the airman who was to become my father.  On 17th June 1944, they got the marriage licence (shown below) and set a 24th June date to solemnise  the wedding with family and friends at Balderton.
On the night of June 21/22nd  Lancaster I LH118 LE-V took  off with 630 Squadron RAF to raid Wesseling. The plane was  shot down by a nightfighter and crashed 4 km S of Boxtel  (Noord-Brabant), 8 km ENE of Oisterwijk. All crew members  lie in Eindhoven (Woensel) General Cemetery.
On the night of June 21/22nd  Lancaster I LH118 LE-V took  off with 630 Squadron RAF to raid Wesseling. The plane was  shot down by a nightfighter and crashed 4 km S of Boxtel  (Noord-Brabant), 8 km ENE of Oisterwijk. All crew members  lie in Eindhoven (Woensel) General Cemetery.
 That Operation was to have been the last before his leave. So instead of a celebration of the joy of love, a terrible sadness was visited on two families. Seven months later I was born.  I never was to know my father. As far as I know I never met my  paternal grandparents although I was told they wanted to adopt  me. My mother turned this down just as she turned down the  suggestion that she should have an abortion. I was all she had  left of him. The RAF did acknowledge my parentage, providing a pension  to me as his son. 
In 1946 my mother married Sam Seastron Scott who was to be  the only father I would know. He was a good father to me, never  once treating me as anything but his own son.  I have often wondered, though, how things might have turned out if my  birth-father had lived. And I do regret not knowing more about  him and my paternal relatives.
With his sisters ..... Joan, Barbara and May