What is your response?I was donating lost property to one of the red recycling bins behind the station and happen to spot this lady walk by. I left a pair of shoes by the side of the bin and chased her down; despite her age she had a pace on her and I caught up on Frideswide Square, mentioning that there were some shoes by the side of the bin. She politely refused the offer and said she would never accept charity. She had clear lines of how to live her frugal life.

What is your response?Hello, I met Eleanor in November 2010 when I moved to a Village near Oxford City Centre. I was waiting at the George Street Bus Station. I tried to offer her £5 as a gesture but she was adamant that she wouldn't take it, even if I put it in the railings nearby! I saw Eleanor after that several times and approached her to say hello. I had a dog named Bryn with me who she liked and it was this connection that began our friendship together. I would ask Eleanor if I could buy her a cup of tea? 'Maybe' was always her reply. I began to see Eleanor on my daily trips into Oxford and we spoke honestly about life. This is what she said... Eleanor would sit in a Bus Shelter on the Botley Road and read the daily newspapers to get all the worlds news she needed. Eleanor ate from the Litter Bins on her daily route from where she lived, this is somewhere is was proud and humble to have later found through casually asking her and leaving an Army Sleeping Bag nearby to her tarpoline home, layered with plastic, newspaper, plastic and more newspaper to keep her dry. Eleanor told me she was the only child of a Lay Preacher, she married a wonderful man, she was an Academic, with a Maths Degree. Life became too much so she decided to leave main stream society behind. Eleanor loved and lost, she then told me... "I am free, my mind is clear and I don't have any worries." This was a poignant time in our friendship as I discussed the stress of life in Oxford, financial pressures etc. Eleanor would never accept money, she said she had all she needed around her. A tiny woman, I agree she didn't wash, how did she manage with the feminine hygiene etc so I asked my daughter Charlotte, then in the Armed Forces. When I knew Eleanor was out in town, my daughter and I went to her home, we left the sleeping bag nearby. My daughter told me that toilet paper wasn't any use, where would she put it, utensils etc as well so it was the most polite way to leave her. I then continued to see Eleanor, I asked if I could draw her, I took her photograph and made a small card for the Christmas 2011. I am an Illustrator and I feel I have to write and draw her as she was. Eleanor was beautiful, eloquent and spoke with a beautiful society accent an Oxford Don would be proud of. I can't stress enough how humble I am at knowing her and how sad I am that she has died. Eleanor told me she had a heart murmur, she wouldn't get it checked but looked after herself as much as she was able. I want her funeral to be a celebration and will gladly speak at the ceremony to tell Oxford how wonderful she was. Mrs Rebbeca Morse

What is your response?Ive spoken to elena for some years my mum as letters that elena had written to her sorry to hear of her passing away

What is your response?Eleanor always remembered our names and our dogs as well. If she saw us on the other side of the Botley road, she would cross over disregarding the traffic. She read the Telegraph and did Sudoka puzzles. I wished I had been able to take a photo of her, sitting at the bus stop amidst her bags, legs crossed elegantly, reading a quality newspaper. I do hope she didn’t suffer at the end.

What is your response?Have know this dear Lady for many years.She Used to pass by our Bungalow on Eynsham Rd years ago and we often chatted.As others have said she would never accept any drink or food directly. As time went on she only used to be seen on the main Botley road.I used to stop and have a little chat.She had a fantastic memory.So well spoken to. We will for sure all miss her.RIP Dear Friend.John .

What is your response?The Bag Lady was such a presence for all of those in Botley. Often seen reading her newspaper at bus shelters and benches. Beautifully spoken and so gentle. I once offered her half of my sandwich as I stood and waited for a bus, to which she declined. Instead she produced a banana skin from her pocket and ate it enthusiastically, telling me all the health benefits you can get from the peel and then wished me a good day. One of a kind.

What is your response?I spoke to this lady several times and even offered to take her for a cup of tea but she would not accept it. She seemed very intelligent. I feel she had a sad life but perhaps she would have said differently. May she RIP.

What is your response?I've know her many years and have helped over the years and have even had coffee food she welcomes me to her tin shed sit and hear the story's of her life being around meant alot to my heart the simple way of life on peace in life clearly didn't want anything she would clear up rubbish recycle every thing that could be rescue animals even point to making sure that others are well her health was not good she didn't want medical help refused it as wanted to sort it her self she always new plants ,flowers to eat or making Medicines that help her