KATHLEEN Cuthbert never spoke 
					about the top secret work she did at Bletchley Park.
					
					The Co Antrim woman was 
					headhunted to join the elite team of code-breakers tasked 
					with cracking the Nazi Enigma code.
					
					Only now, after her death 
					earlier this month, can her remarkable story be told.
					
					Born in October 1920 to farmer 
					James Milliken Ferguson and his wife Sara (nee Foster), she 
					spent her childhood with her siblings at the family home 
					near Doagh.
					
					Kathleen attended Londonderry 
					High School for Girls and became head girl, before studying 
					French and German literature at Queen’s University, Belfast.
					Around this time her family 
					moved to Portstewart, where she met her husband Norman 
					Cuthbert, a teacher.
					
					They were married on New Year’s 
					Day 1943.
					
					Kathleen spoke German fluently 
					and on her graduation in 1942 she was asked to be a 
					translator at Bletchley Park, the top secret wartime 
					Government department tasked with deciphering coded enemy 
					communications.
					
					After the war she and her 
					colleagues were told to forget all about Bletchley Park and 
					never talk about it to anyone. Only in recent years have 
					some admitted they worked at the top secret establishment, 
					although Kathleen never spoke of it.
					
					
					
					In the summer of 1945 she was 
					awarded a Master’s degree at Queen’s.
					
					Her thesis was on the maritime 
					vocabulary in a very obscure German poem, and it is highly 
					probable that she wrote some of it during her time at 
					Bletchley.
					
					Recently a family member 
					researching the code-breaking station discovered that she 
					had also taken a course in Japanese while there, despite the 
					demanding wartime translating work she was undertaking at 
					the time.
					
					At the end of the war Kathleen 
					- as required by her first degree - went to Bernaville in 
					northern France on an exchange visit for practical language 
					experience.
					
					By this time her daughter had 
					been born. She was fortunate to have a loving grandmother, 
					mother, aunt and husband to look after the girl.
					
					Norman was appointed junior 
					lecturer in the economics department at Queen’s University 
					and the couple moved into a flat on Lisburn Road. Activities 
					at that time included a short membership of a Beagle hunt.
					
					On one memorable occasion 
					Kathleen, jumping a ditch and grasping an unsatisfactory 
					fence post, fell backwards into the ditch, much to the 
					delight of her daughter.
					
					They enjoyed sailing on 
					Strangford Lough in a little yawl called Theresa 2. Kathleen 
					also read to friends who had lost their sight, including 
					Professor Alan Milne, a paratrooper during the war who had 
					been blinded at Arnhem.
					
					She became a tutor in the 
					French department, and was an active member of the 
					University Wives’ Club and Derry High School Old Girls, and 
					she gave a lot of time to the Citizens’ Advice Bureau.
					
					
					
					She continued to explore more 
					languages.
					
					With Norman she travelled 
					widely, and always took the trouble to get at least a 
					smattering of the local language.
					
					Her many accomplishments 
					included being a talented seamstress.
					
					For each outfit she ran up 
					there was a matching hat created by Belfast milliner John 
					Green, frequently made of specially dyed fine straw or felt.
					
					She was also an accomplished 
					cook who could whip up a meal for 20 in half-an-hour.
					
					Indeed, for some time during 
					the 1960s — and under a male pseudonym — she wrote a recipe 
					column and reviewed cookery books for the Belfast Telegraph.
					
					Following Norman’s retirement 
					from Queen’s in 1975 he took up an appointment at the 
					University of the West Indies in Barbados, where they lived 
					for a year.
					
					After returning to Belfast, 
					travel continued with visits to the Far East, Australia, 
					Africa, Russia, East Germany and other parts of Europe.
					
					At the age of 60 she took part 
					as navigator in the Monte Carlo Dash, a women-only rally 
					event in which the object was to get to Monaco by the 
					shortest route from a given starting point.
					
					
					
					In 1991 she was widowed. She 
					then became an Advanced Motorist, and learned how to use a 
					computer with great success.
					
					She was a whizz on the internet 
					and kept in touch with her many friends worldwide by email
					
					To the last she watched 
					You-Tube videos of her favourite singers. Her true love was 
					her cottage at Rosbeg in Donegal, built by her and Norman in 
					1966 with the proceeds of her tutoring work at Queen’s. She 
					visited annually, albeit with pain and difficulty in her 
					latter years.
					
					In 2010 Kathleen moved to 
					Bristol to be nearer to her immediate family, and since then 
					had the pleasure of three great-granddaughters and a 
					grandson.
					
					Although she never got over the 
					loss of Norman, she nonetheless made a new life. Indomitable 
					as ever, this summer, and ignoring failing health, she was 
					still asking when she could next be taken to the cottage at 
					Rosbeg.
					
					On her 96th birthday six weeks 
					ago she was able to blow out the candles on her cake. She 
					died on November 1, and is survived by her daughter 
					Christine, her granddaughter and grandson, and four 
					great-grandchildren.