Gilly I remember the hospitality you gave me and my fiends over the last 20 years, the talks we had about your father, the farm, horses, the VRC, art, your aunts drawings of the grandstands. Paisley St, your devotion to caring for the history of the Grice family, your typing of your fathers diaries showed how tenacious you were to keep the past in our memories. I loved you, old thing..may the next life bring you happiness and peace.
Your interest in all things horsey, we could talk for hours about horses, including your father's involvement in the VRC and his amateur riding career. Your care taken over transferring all your father's diaries into typed books. What a labour of love. I know you gave a big part of your life to preserving the past, the house in Paisley St, looking after the family archives, the gorgeous rocking horse you had rejuvenated. We had lots of talks about the past, and I loved to come to your place and enjoy your hospitality, a gin, and a chat about art, the Thake silhouettes in the hallway. I will miss you, sweet thing.
I remember your dogs, their wet noses, I remember your hazelnut praline chocolate easter eggs nibbled slowly to make them last, I remember the bannister, I remember the clank of your silver bangles, I remember South Yarra and the tower, I remember the old wooden rocking horse, I remember your kindness, I remember your love for my mum. xx Sally
I remember your dogs, their wet noses, I remember your hazelnut praline chocolate easter eggs nibbled slowly to make them last, I remember the bannister, I remember the clank of your silver bangles, I remember South Yarra and the tower, I remember the old wooden rocking horse, I remember your kindness, I remember your love for my mum. xx Sally