Actress Dies at 105 After 70 Year Career on TV Remembering him ⬇️

 

Beloved English actress June Spencer has died. BBC reports that Spencer, who played Peggy Woolley on the long-running BBC Radio 4 drama The Archers, died at 105 on Nov. 8. On behalf of her family, a statement said, “June Spencer, aged 105, best known for playing Peggy in BBC Radio 4 The Archers, died peacefully in her sleep in the early hours of this morning. Her family would like to pay particular tribute and thanks to the staff team at Liberham Lodge (care home in Surrey), who so lovingly cared for her in the last two years.”

Spencer was born on June 14, 1919 in Nottingham, England. She joined an amateur dramatic society, later earning a London Guildhall School of Music and Drama certificate. Additionally, she studied at Stockwin Music College beginning at age 12. After doing appearances at the Theatre Royal, Nottingham, she joined a theatre company. She later joined BBC Radio, appearing on programs such as Children’s Hour and Dick Barton: Special Agent.

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