Welcome to these Hubbard pages. They're a somewhat disorganised collection of photographs and stories I've published since this website started life in 1998. They've all Grown like Topsy, growing without supervision or prior planning.

That planning has now arrived in the form of hubbardplus.co.uk - my sister Judith's website. She is actively researching our Hubbard family history.

I do not intend to change these pages, as there are so many other websites linking back. Please visit hubbardplus.co.uk

Nick, January 2013


TO MY FATHER. ARTHUR JOHN HUBBARD. M.D. 

Written by his daughter Frances when about 15.


A doctor, gentle in his ways, was he.

“A thorough gentleman”, the poor folk said.

As welcome was his face by the sick bed

As to a tired child its mother’s knee.

His smile the brightest you could wish to see,

Before its magic every trouble fled.

The patients listened for his quiet tread

And trustingly obeyed all his decree.

Though wise and skilful when the need arose

Yet he could throw all care aside at will,

And be a merry schoolboy when he chose.

'Tis said it was a pleasure to be ill

To see him come. Ah, no one ever knows

Who has not felt the wonder of his skill.