
Jeremy Cartwright
A Life Done Properly
Born 11 January 1938
His life
Jeremy Cartwright was born on 11 January 1938. He farmed at Cranbrook in Kent until his late thirties, then went into his father's firm — ironmongery and hardware — and ran the hardware side of it, buying brass in India and the Far East.
All the way through, he sang — in operatic societies at Cranbrook, Battle, Bexhill and Hastings, in village halls and day centres across Kent, Sussex and Cornwall, and for the Worshipful Company of Horners, whose choir he started on 2 February 1984.
By his own account he played dozens of leading parts, at one time four shows a year, and in the busiest years gave as many as seventy-five concerts. He was Master of the Worshipful Company of Horners in 1998–99, started the Master's Charity for Sightsavers and raised about £5,000 for it, and was appointed Father of the Company in December 2019. In 2025 he marked fifty years a Horner.
This is a family archive — his photographs, his records and his voice. If you knew him, there is a place at the foot of this page to leave a memory.
His own figures
37
Masters of the Horners at his lunch, one a year since 1989
80
songs in his repertoire, written out in his own hand
75
concerts a year, in the busiest years
£1m
nearly, from one bequest: he was told “a bit now, or a lot later”, and chose later
1984
the year he started the Horners' choir
50
years a Horner, 1975 to 2025
These are his own figures, written down in his own hand.
Photographs
Music
Sixty years of singing, in what is left of it: seven recordings of him, the music he kept, the songs he came back to, and every show and concert we still have paper for.
The book

Recognisably Himself
A Life Done Properly
Written by Giles and Jeremy Cartwright, and read back to Jeremy chapter by chapter as it was written so that he could correct it. The first bound copy was put into his hands on 10 September 2026.
If you knew Jeremy and would like to know about a copy, say so in the form below.
Leave a memory
If you knew Jeremy, his family would like to hear from you. Anything you write comes to his son Giles and goes nowhere else.