Stories about Geoff
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From: Avril
Geoff never ceases to amaze with his intelligence, practicality and foresight into business ventures. He was a very private person with a dry sense of humour who kept his feelings close to his heart for those he loved. I'll forever remember our latter years of reconnecting with many memories of our long past, to the amusement of our daughter Carrie who visited her Dad whilst Mum was up the top of the ladder cutting branches and her Dad was picking them up, after his stroke. Always Avril
From: Lyndall
I have very fond memories of my dear brother Geoff. I remember him taking me to school on his bike when we first moved to Port Lincoln he would drop me at the infant school and he would go off to the high school. I remember his passion for music and as soon as he would earn some money he would order Albums through the mail and be so excited when they arrived and he would sit cross-legged in our rumpus room in front of the stereo with his headphones on listening to the music with a big smile on his face and sometimes a budgie on his arm. I remember being the annoying little sister always hanging around when Geoff had any friends over but I always knew he was proud to have me there and he was always there for me if I needed any help or advice. I always loved Geoff‘s very dry sense of humour And admired his incredible wealth of knowledge and astute business mind And his ability to fix or build anything he put his mind to. I will always treasure my last visit with Geoff as even though he was so ill his sense of humour still shone through. I’m sure he’s looking down on us All listening to music fixing something with a budgie on his shoulder. Love always Geoff from Lyndall and family xx
From: Paul & Kathy Richards
That picture of Geoff was taken at our grand parents (nana and papa) at Partridge St. Glenelg. He played the toy piano often. He is singing the words “nunununu". It was a special memory seeing that photo. Even at that age he liked to fix things. We were living at Churchill Rd Ovingham. We would make mud puddles often under the fig tree and get into trouble. Geoff has a red tricycle with a number plate from dad’s work with the number 162. At Plympton Park we kicked the footy at the nearby oval. Geoff and made a cricket pitch on the side road made of gravel and dirt where all the neighbour kid would play on regularly. Geoff an I kept homing pigeons for a number of years and built treehouses in the fruit trees. We would catch the tram to the beach for five cents. The same tramlines that we would small rocks and pennies to see what happened. Nearby there were storm drain tunnel that we could stand fully up. Setting little grass fires in them was done from time to time to watch the smoke come out of the vents. I broke Geoff’s arm on the swing at the oval and he and I managed to break into the local footy club rooms to pinch and eat all the boxes of chocolates that had while sitting on the roof. We were also choirboys at the local church. They are memories jolted back to me by this link. Geoff and I had a fun childhood together and I hope you enjoy some of the things that we shared. When we moved to Port Lincoln as teenagers we developed different interests then I moved back to Adelaide for work. Sad that we lost some contact though that, but I regularly reflect with a smile of those times when we grew up together.
From: Rachael Cranwell
It was 1998 when my mum Lyndall and brother Adam and I came to Port Lincoln to stay with Uncle Geoff and our cousin Nick on Dorset Place. I have fond memories of this entire trip, including bubble spa baths and dressing up in Carrie’s dresses, she was living away for Uni.
One day we were there, we spend fishing on the wharf and we came across a baby pigeon. We brought the pigeon home with us, and we were hand feeding it to keep it alive. We were unable to take it back to Adelaide with us, so we left it in Port Lincoln with Geoff. The pigeon became known as ‘Pidge’ and Geoff kept this pigeon with him for many years. A couple of years later when we visited Geoff on his farm in Wangary, I was so excited to see Pidge again, and was fascinated to hear about Pidge’s love for Geoff.
I did not spend a lot of time with Geoff, but the time we did spend was always a great time.
This has always been how I remembered this story ☺️
Background picture: Windmill at Lake Wangary with Geoff's 16 sheep, taken by Geoff.