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Vale Margaret Bryant.
BRYANT, Margaret Dawn
Passed away with her loving husband by her side on Sunday January 12, 2020. Aged 76 years.
Loving wife of John for 57 years.
Loved and devoted mother and mother-in-law of Karen and John, Barry and Jacqui. Loved Nan of Timothy and Matthew.
Margaret was a courageous and brave cancer sufferer for 28 years.
Special thanks go to her Oncology Specialists, Dr Jack Russell and Dr James Dickson as well as Dr Chris Mkandala.
The family’s gratitude also goes to the Doctors and Staff of St Andrews Hospital for the wonderful care of Margaret in her final weeks.
Forever in our hearts.
The FAMILY and FRIENDS of MARGARET are invited to attend her Graveside Funeral Service to be held in the North Road Cemetery, Cemetery Road, Nailsworth on TUESDAY January 21, 2020 commencing at 11.00am.
Fulham Funerals
Have a safe and Happy Christmas.
To the OG Legends…
Where have I been you may ask?
In hospital, this time for a Lung Operation at Ashford Community.
My apologies for not having contacted you.
On Christmas Eve, I find myself recovering at home and on oxygen.
I’m OK and want to thank my son Danny for his care, patience and very hard work.
So to all of you Have a safe and Happy Christmas.
Rod Parham 0424 294 450
Kym and Alex.
As a young hot metal apprentice Kym never believed the stories about Alex that he was ‘tight as a fishes ass hole’.
He thought, ‘Why are people so cruel about Alex’?
Why do they say that he will not spend any money and that he will never open his wallet and buy his wife dinner?
Well, Kym left Adelaide and went to live in Western Australia never knowing the truth about Alex.
He returns 30 years later to attend a function in his honour.
Thinking Alex will finally buy him that beer he promised he waits at the Bar with Alex. And waits…
And waits, and waits… Alex leaves in his Jaguar without a goodbye.
Finally, nice guy Kym realises the awful truth…
Alex Riley is a bloody ‘tightarse’ who can’t remember people’s names.
Holiday in Hell in a ‘Sardine Sedan.’
John Freebairn and Robert Padfield, who worked in the Comp. Room were the best of mates,
Their wives got on famously as well. The two families would have barbecues together at each other’s house and celebrate their birthdays when they came around.
John and Robert even played Golf together (poorly) at Kooyonga Golf Course where Robert’s rich Dad had got him a membership.
After years of friendship they decided to go on a holiday together. It was going to be a Driving holiday all over Tasmania for two weeks.
They went in Roberts car, which was a small Four Cylinder Noddy car (I can’t remember the make or model).
Now, there was ample room in the front, but for the tall and lanky John and Suzanne in the back, they were packed in like Sardines in a Can and very, very, uncomfortable
UP and DOWN Tasmania, they went. Robert drove always at the wheel and in the front with his wife Pauline.
In desperation John would drop huge hints to Robert that he and Suzanne could drive for a while but the Padfields ignored them and stayed in the Front the whole trip?
When John got back to work I asked, “How was the Trip?”
“Never Again!” he said. “Never, ever fucking again”.
John started to go downhill physically after that experience, all that travelling cramped up in the back of Robert’s Noddy Car had taken its toll on his back!
The late Warren Pietsch
Don Woolman Update.
