The Swift Family on the Costa del Sol, october 1967

In the garden in Marbella from left to right, Elfriede, Lindy (daughter) and George.

The text from the newspaper:

A full life lived and a family reared, Elfriede and George Swift decided to retire peacefully in Southern Spain. They had been attracted to the sunny coast by their eldest son who has business connections in Fuengirola.

George began his career as a trumpet player at the age of ten when he joined the small Bolden Colliery band near Newcastle in England. He then played for the St. Hilda Colliery band which made its name by winning the world championship for brass bands on five successive occasions and was compelled to become professional

After four years in Germany with the Bernhard Ette band, George received a call from Jack Hylton who offered to pay his fare if be would return to play for him in England.

So five more happy, hard-working years passed until the war broke out. George joined the Regimental Band of the Irish Guards and was soon to bring cheer to North Africa, Italy and many other saddened countries.

Thus, as a travelled experienced trumpeter, he was chosen by Mantovani to play in his orchestras and trumpet concertos for the British Broadcasting Corporation. Henceforth, for three months in every year, he travelled with Mantovani to America.

It is little wonder George and his wife, Elfriede, felt it was time to relax. In April 1965, they left their home in Stanmore, Middlesex, George with his second son, Turner, trailing a
twenty-foot caravan (leaving its site for the first time in ten years) and Elfriede with her daughter, Lindy, drawing a well-packed little trailer.

The Journey took eleven days, every one of which was heralded by a tyre burst, but spirits stayed high, George acting as Pied Piper with his trumpet through all the Spanish villages. The children gathered round in their hoards and, to his amazement and secret delight, plied him with wine.

Because of the tremendous loads they were moving, George and Elfriede wisely mapped out a quiet route, taking secondary roads wherever possible, and finally found themselves rather westwards in Seville. So far as they could see, the last lap was simple; eastwards to Ronda and down to the coast. They were amused and somewhat puzzled by the “Good lucks” cheers cried by passing motorists. As the road deteriorated and became a more donkey track, they understood why. The perilous descent to the coast was still before them.

Somehow, they limped to the camping site in Marbella. They had planned the business as a quiet source of income which would run itself. How wrong could they be! Who wants to look after laundry on holiday! George and Elfriede work non-stop — washing, ironing, dry-cleaning, servicing the machines. No-one would guess they had come for a rest.
Meanwhile, Turner continues at Highgate Public School in London while fifteen-year-old Lindy, having mastered Spanish, is now perfecting her French at a local school.

George is never far from his trumpet - in his spare moments - and apart from playing in the Marbella's bullfights, has a dance band on hire for parties. He is still in demand across the Channel and last month was called to play as soloist in Ian Hamilton’s Concerto for Jazz Trumpet with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra at London's Royal Festival Hall. “Trumpet virtuoso” George Swift is all Britain's newspaper, the Daily Mirror, could find common with bullfight fanfares and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

Thanks to Denis Edwards for the newspaper facsimile!