I remember John doing a handstand on his newly painted Chalthorpe (spelling) motor bike while driving down Rosslyn Street Hawthorn. He subsequently sold that bike to Don Chipp. John would have been in his early twenties at the time. As a pilot during the war in England, fellow airmen sought him out to write up their logbooks because of his beautiful copperplate handwriting. His love of music - both listening or performing - was legendary. He played in orchestras including for the late Stuart Wilkie - a very fine Melbourne Music educator who could pick out one bad note from a room full of players because of his perfect pitch. He had a terrific sense of humor and could a tell jokes in a masterly fashion. His Stanley Holloway monologues were really professional and greatly appreciated by his audiences. Vale my beloved brother, I miss you, your wisdom, wit and presence in the life of my family.