As has already been mentioned, George married for a second time in 1926, to Lily Howarth.
Left: This studio portrait was taken on 28th August 1933, probably at Chorley or Preston.
Right: On holiday at a boarding house, it is likely that this photo could have been taken by a jobbing photographer, who would tour the boarding houses, the streets and the promenade taking photographs on spec, and inviting one to collect them at their shop later in the week. George is on the far right, with stepdaughter Alice in the middle, and daughter Cynthia in the foreground. Cynthia always referred to this as her "chewing the railings" photo.
Left: Same railings but different curtains, so this must have been a different year. George very much in holiday mood - doesn't he look like son Billy there?
Right: Another boarding house photo of George and Lily.
Left: Unusual for the Roebuck brothers, a slightly wonky photo of George and Lily in the back garden at 21 The Crescent, showing off one of their budgies, all of which were called Dinky and were numbered like monarchs. Cynthia remembers at least one which was taught to reel off his name, address and how lovely he was.
Contribution from Cynthia Osborne (nee Roebuck): [niece of the Cynthia just mentioned above]
"Going back to Granddad Roebuck, yes I do remember him, and his second wife - a Lily Haworth - who had a son called Tony. Now I know that Tony ended up in Coventry. He taught me to whistle. His wife was Margaret, and at one time we used to see them quite often. I believe they had a son, who was a Queens Scout , but I can't remember his name They lived somewhere in Canley and I think Aunt Margaret may know them better than I do. I only remember snippets here and there. I didn't know Grandma Roebuck since she died before I was born. We used to visit Granddad Roebuck when we went from Coventry before WW2 once a month to see my Grandpa Heald. We usually ended up at 21 The Crescent on a Sunday morning. There was a full sized billiard table in the room and under it was stacked newspapers going back years. He wouldn't allow any of them to be thrown away. He was a well-read man and the conversations with my father [William Edward Roebuck - Billy] ranged far and wide, and often as a child did not interest me at all. On reflection as an adult I think he must have been a very intelligent man, who in other circumstances could have gone far. He had a budgerigar called Dinkie, who could talk very well, and who used to call out his name and address. I think this was what interested me more than any of the conversations at the time. He died of cancer in 1941."