Cecil Woolf, the oldest living relative of Virginia Woolf who was renowned by the Woolf community, died June 10 in London. The official obituary of this gentleman, scholar, and founder of Cecil Woolf Publishers, is now in The Times.

Cecil Woolf stops at 46 Gordon Square, London, while giving Blogging Woolf a personalized tour of Bloomsbury.
Although it is behind a paywall, you can read the entire piece by signing up for a free one-month trial subscription. For another option, look at the photos of the newspaper story included at the bottom of this post.
Other tributes to Cecil include:
- In memoriam to our dear Cecil Woolf: Mentor, friend, speaker, publisher
- Comments below the post mentioned above.
- O outro garoto na Hogarth Press: homenagem a Cecil Woolf
- Dedication of the Virginia Woolf Society of Great Britain’s Dalloway Day events at Waterstones Gower Street to Cecil Woolf.
- A special section devoted to Cecil Woolf will be included in an upcoming issue of the International Virginia Woolf Society’s Miscellany. A call for papers will be sent soon.
- The next issue of the Virginia Woolf Society of Great Britain’s Bulletin will be dedicated to Cecil Woolf.

Book and floral display at Dalloway Day events at Waterstones Gower Street in London, with a photo of Cecil Woolf in Tavistock Square, taken by Blogging Woolf, as the centerpiece. Photo courtesy of Vara Neverow.
A special thanks to Emma Woolf, daughter of Cecil Woolf and Jean Moorcroft Wilson, who shared the photo of The Times June 15, 2019, obituary of her father on Facebook.
Cecil Woolf and Jean Moorcroft Wilson first came into my life in the 1980s, when my husband Tom and I had a sabbatical in Oxford. Through a friend, I met Jean, who soon invited me to visit at 1 Mornington Place. Cecil was engaged with an active set of young children in the second floor sitting room, and still, he carried on with the first of many fine conversations. Later visits included dinner and even an overnight on a horsehair sofa, making travel to the north more convenient. I would have to say that books were the dominating furniture. They rose like stalagmites in the study that adjoined the kitchen, where Jean turned out a delicious dinner. They marched up the stairs, yielding only to Jean’s abundant hat boxes. As I lay on that horsehair sofa, before falling asleep, I realized that there were numerous Duncan Grant paintings lined up, leaning against a wall. I always enjoyed hearing about the children (all grown so soon), the summer retreat in Lincolnshire (where my ancestors hailed from), and later Cecil’s repairs in the Burgundy house. When we held the Woolf Conference at the University of Delaware in 1999, Cecil and Jean stayed with my next door neighbors–remaining the subject of their conversation for years. I treasured the mixture of personal and professional content in the emails that went back and forth as Cecil prepared my 2015 monograph for the Bloomsbury Heritage series. From now on, they will be lasting tokens of a long friendship.