The thing I remember most about John G. was his infectious smile, and his desire - and ability - to push the envelope. When I think back on our wonderful childhood in Camberwell, it was always John who wanted to go faster on the billy carts down Lansell Crescent, wanted to make a larger pyrotechnic device, and wanted to go on the longest hike to the most remote locations. I remember especially the long trek from Mount Howitt to Lake Tali Kagn (the only natural lake in the Victorian Alps), where John managed to slice the side off his foot with a hatchet, and was carried out in a hair-raising Landrover ride. (That’s where we learned the value of butterfly closures..) I remember a summer rail trip to his grandfather’s farm in Nathalia, where after missing the train on the way back, leaving Yea, we ended up driving diesel locomotives in the middle of the night with the yard crew. I remember the hippy days when we all had long hair and looked like the Beatles. I’ve lived in the USA now for almost thirty years. During that time I’ve often told stories of John and our escapades. John – I’ve missed you, and the good times we had together. Rob Wills Temple, New Hampshire
Dear John, Your suffering is over, finally you are unburdened, free as a bird in the sky. How wonderful that your prodigious creative talents live on, I'm told, in the lives of your nephews and niece. You have left us with such fond memories, hiking in the high country, skiiing at Mt Buller and lots more..... Your spirit lives on.... Love Pia, Ron, Tanya, Terry, Pete, Greg, Maria, Sarah and Andy