Dr John Alexander Tomlinson: obituary
Plant pathologist, virologist, saviour of the British watercress industry, BSc, MSc, PhD, DSc
My father, who died on Tuesday 12 June 2012, was born into a working class family in Birmingham in 1927. What he lacked materially in early life was made up for in brains, courage and determination. (Pictured above, on HMS Queen Mary leaving New York, 1959)
He was the son of Ellen Mary Mackie, from Worcester, and Harry Arthur Tomlinson, from Birmingham. It was Harry who introduced my father to the delights of the natural world. Harry was a WW1 veteran who survived Gallipoli, and during WW2 he worked as a volunteer fireman putting out the fires during the incendary bombing of Birmingham in early WW2.
John’s father had ambitions for his son to attend university, but he died in 1943 when John was only 15, while a pupil at Saltley Grammar School. John had dreamed of becoming a medical doctor but this now seemed impossible as the family had to manage on a widow’s pension. With the help of his local church, small charity bursaries for sons of widows, and by working in various city factories during school holidays, he scraped together enough for a place at the University of Birmingham. He began there in 1944, aged only 17, and studied biology, the first member of our family to go to university. He loved zoology – especially entomology and anatomy but he became fascinated with botany. He realised that in fighting plant diseases, fungal and viral, he could contribute to improvements in global food production and make a difference to whole populations.
His first job was at Rothamsted agricultural research station in Hertfordshire. There, he learned the methodical, painstaking skills that would stand him in good stead for his whole career in scientific research, the bulk of which took place at the National Vegetable Research Station (now Warwick Horticulture Research International). He tackled diseases of lettuce, tomato, cucurbits, brassicas, rhubarb and many more, and found ways to treat them.
In the late 50s/early 60s the British watercress industry was blighted by a disease called crook root. Once infected, vast acreages of watercress beds were laid waste and watercress farmers went bankrupt. Those in Hampshire and Dorset were hit especially hard. Many had tried and failed to find a way to solve it. John was able to prove that it was a fungus and through dogged detective work and by noticing quite by chance that one unaffected farmer had recently changed some of his plumbing he discovered that trace amounts of zinc – one part in 20 million – was sufficient to kill the crook root fungus. The watercress industry was saved and quickly recovered. “It was like a fairy story” he once told me.
But the achievement he was most proud of was the isolation and purification of cucumber mosaic virus. Indeed in his wallet at his death last week we discovered two photos: one of his long-dead mother and another of the CMV taken through an electron microscope.
In 1958 he took his first assignment in North America, at the University of Wisconsin. Spells at the University of California, at Davis and Berkeley (the latter on a Fulbright scholarship) followed. He lectured at universities and conferences throughout the world and made warm, long-lasting friendships and scientific contacts in Australia, Israel, the Netherlands, Italy and Morocco. He collaborated on numerous projects and published hundreds of scientific papers, many of which are still cited in articles today.
He married Janet in 1959, but they separated 31 years later in 1991.
A mad keen sportsman, he captained his school rugby team, played excellent snooker and golf, and followed Aston Villa football club. In cricket, his highest ever score was 85, just one run more than his age at the final whistle.
For his last 25 years, he battled the intense pain of osteoarthritis but struggled on alone. He was fiercely independent and indeed only last June was he finally persuaded to leave his home of 53 years in Stratford-upon-Avon and move to a care home in Oxfordshire near his children and grandchildren.
He is survived by me, my brother Paul (pictured above in 1965) and his four beloved grandchildren, Cleo, Rupert, Alex and George.
Funeral on Friday 22 June 2012 at 12noon at the Baptist Church, Payton Street, Stratford-upon-Avon. Reception afterwards at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre’s spectacular new Rooftop Restaurant. Family flowers only. Donations, if desired, to Arthritis Research UK.
Only last Saturday, when he could still speak and knew he was dying, did he ask that we send his love to all who knew him. If you did know him or work with him and you’d like to come and pay your respects to my father we would love to see you to help send him on his way.