GOODWIN Henry Macdonald

The following report appears in Berrow’s Worcester Journal, Saturday 17th August 1940:
Flt.-Lt. H. M. Goodwin Reported Missing
Two Months After Brother’s Death
Less than two months after the death on active service of their younger son, Pilot Officer Barry Goodwin (22), Major and Mrs Laughton Goodwin, of Palmer’s Hill, Hagley, have received information that their elder son, Flight Lieutenant Henry MacDonald (Mac) Goodwin, aged 25, is missing. Like his brother, Flight Lieut. Goodwin did a lot of civilian flying, and had some five years experience to his credit at the outbreak of war. He owned two planes until a year ago.
He was for a time in business with his father and brother at Kidderminster in the firm Laughton, Goodwin and Co., but subsequently joined his uncle in the concern Messrs. Goodwin, Foster, Brown Ltd. After a brief period in commercial life, he spent some time on the Birmingham Stock Exchange, but for a time, before joining the the R.A.F., was engaged on establishing squash clubs in various parts of the country. He was an accomplished aviator, and the news received by his parents on Thursday that he is missing is a tragic blow to a family which has not yet recovered from a bereavement in June.

The following report appears in Berrow’s Worcester Journal, Saturday 21st September 1940:
Capt. the Hon. Charles Lyttelton speaks for many Worcestershire folk in the following tribute in the “Times” to Flight-Lieut. H.M. Goodwin and Pilot-Officer Barry Goodwin, sons of Major and Mrs Laughton Goodwin, who have given their lives for their country: “May I be allowed to pay a most sincere tribute to two close neighbours and very dear friends who have lately given their lives for their country – one as the result of a flying accident, the other in aerial combat? The Prime minister has summed up in one immortal phrase the debt we all owe the R.A.F. Worcestershire people all know how worthy to represent their country in these deeds were ‘Mac’ and Barry Goodwin. These two brothers – inseparable now as ever – were the best that Worcestershire could give. They were as much a part of her as the Malvern Hills, and their memory will last as long, not in lifeless wood or stone, but quickened for ever in the hearts of those who were privileged to be their friends.”