This man was my grandfather.I remember him as a quiet gentle man who had worked at the Uralla Shire Council for many years.He worked on the gardens at Alma Park in Uralla.
He worked in his beautiful vegetable garden at his little house at 52 Queen Street Uralla and he also grew wonderful flowers.He owned two dogs lucie and scampie who loved and followed him everywhere.The gates of Alma park still have the award that your hard work won back in 1970. The park is still used and your spirit is there. Tom was a keen sportsman and played competition football and competition foot running. He was also a keen marksman
Tom was a smoker and rolled his own cigarettes.A couple of years after his death I inherited his dressing gown and when I checked the pockets I found one of his old "rollie" cigarettes.
A good memory of Pop was the statue of an African American that uses to smoke real cigarettes. He had a real straw hat and a wonderful expression. I loved it so much. It was always on the mantle and he use to light it up and show me when I came to visit. When I taste a home grown beetroot I remember Pop. I think my love of American Jazz music and minstrel songs from the early days is a direct result of that smoking statue which would be frowned apon now but was a source of so much delight to my young mind. I love the music and old songs.
On a Sunday we would watch Charlie Chaplin and buster keyton movies on television and we would both howl with laughter.I can still smell his cigarettes. I didn't take it up thanks again to you Pop Rixon.My Pop was a very good shot with a rifle and his skills were handed down to my father and myself and my nephew. My love of poppies and trees plus chopping wood and little birds were passed on to me. He was an ordinary bloke that loved his work and bought a little house raised his children and fought off several heart attacks.
Tom started work at the Uralla shire council in 1947 as a pick and shovel man.At his retirement ceremony at the council offices the president said of tom"Farewell to to one of your most loyal members of our staff.Truly no peros is indispensable but it can be truly said that a person will be sorely missed. This applies to Tom Rixon. we will all miss toms smiling face and his reply whenever he was asked to do as task was "Sure Ill do it" Tom has put almost a lifetime of work into his job t hat is as important as our own. He has been an example to the community as a council employee.
Tom ran the store of the council for 15 years after stepping down from the gardening duties.
My grandfather looked after a young boy who grew up to be a teddy boy. He had slicked hair and a leather jacket and we were banned from talking to him but my Nan and Pop did their best to help this Kid. I wonder what happened to him and if he ever reads this I send him the best of wishes. I will call you D.
POP wore a hankerchief with four knots on his head a white singlet and big baggy shorts and was a avid punter.
What a shame that I cant say anymore about my grandfather.He had heart trouble and went to hospital a few times but he passed away at his house with his wife by his side.when I was staying at the house in Uralla as a teenager i slept in the bed that opened on to the front of the house by a sliding door. In the night this door opened and i sat up in bed to see my pop standing there looking at me. I said sorry pop im just staying the night and he disappeared as the sliding door shut. This was a few years after his death and I knew it was him checking up on me. Of course everyone thought i was making it up but i know that it was my Pop. I wasnt scared only amazed.
He worked in his beautiful vegetable garden at his little house at 52 Queen Street Uralla and he also grew wonderful flowers.He owned two dogs lucie and scampie who loved and followed him everywhere.The gates of Alma park still have the award that your hard work won back in 1970. The park is still used and your spirit is there. Tom was a keen sportsman and played competition football and competition foot running. He was also a keen marksman
Tom was a smoker and rolled his own cigarettes.A couple of years after his death I inherited his dressing gown and when I checked the pockets I found one of his old "rollie" cigarettes.
A good memory of Pop was the statue of an African American that uses to smoke real cigarettes. He had a real straw hat and a wonderful expression. I loved it so much. It was always on the mantle and he use to light it up and show me when I came to visit. When I taste a home grown beetroot I remember Pop. I think my love of American Jazz music and minstrel songs from the early days is a direct result of that smoking statue which would be frowned apon now but was a source of so much delight to my young mind. I love the music and old songs.
On a Sunday we would watch Charlie Chaplin and buster keyton movies on television and we would both howl with laughter.I can still smell his cigarettes. I didn't take it up thanks again to you Pop Rixon.My Pop was a very good shot with a rifle and his skills were handed down to my father and myself and my nephew. My love of poppies and trees plus chopping wood and little birds were passed on to me. He was an ordinary bloke that loved his work and bought a little house raised his children and fought off several heart attacks.
Tom started work at the Uralla shire council in 1947 as a pick and shovel man.At his retirement ceremony at the council offices the president said of tom"Farewell to to one of your most loyal members of our staff.Truly no peros is indispensable but it can be truly said that a person will be sorely missed. This applies to Tom Rixon. we will all miss toms smiling face and his reply whenever he was asked to do as task was "Sure Ill do it" Tom has put almost a lifetime of work into his job t hat is as important as our own. He has been an example to the community as a council employee.
Tom ran the store of the council for 15 years after stepping down from the gardening duties.
My grandfather looked after a young boy who grew up to be a teddy boy. He had slicked hair and a leather jacket and we were banned from talking to him but my Nan and Pop did their best to help this Kid. I wonder what happened to him and if he ever reads this I send him the best of wishes. I will call you D.
POP wore a hankerchief with four knots on his head a white singlet and big baggy shorts and was a avid punter.
What a shame that I cant say anymore about my grandfather.He had heart trouble and went to hospital a few times but he passed away at his house with his wife by his side.when I was staying at the house in Uralla as a teenager i slept in the bed that opened on to the front of the house by a sliding door. In the night this door opened and i sat up in bed to see my pop standing there looking at me. I said sorry pop im just staying the night and he disappeared as the sliding door shut. This was a few years after his death and I knew it was him checking up on me. Of course everyone thought i was making it up but i know that it was my Pop. I wasnt scared only amazed.
This man was my grandfather.I remember him as a quiet gentle man who had worked at the Uralla Shire Council for many years.He worked on the gardens at Alma Park in Uralla.
He worked in his beautiful vegetable garden at his little house at 52 Queen Street Uralla and he also grew wonderful flowers.He owned two dogs lucie and scampie who loved and followed him everywhere.The gates of Alma park still have the award that your hard work won back in 1970. The park is still used and your spirit is there. Tom was a keen sportsman and played competition football and competition foot running. He was also a keen marksman
Tom was a smoker and rolled his own cigarettes.A couple of years after his death I inherited his dressing gown and when I checked the pockets I found one of his old "rollie" cigarettes.
A good memory of Pop was the statue of an African American that uses to smoke real cigarettes. He had a real straw hat and a wonderful expression. I loved it so much. It was always on the mantle and he use to light it up and show me when I came to visit. When I taste a home grown beetroot I remember Pop. I think my love of American Jazz music and minstrel songs from the early days is a direct result of that smoking statue which would be frowned apon now but was a source of so much delight to my young mind. I love the music and old songs.
On a Sunday we would watch Charlie Chaplin and buster keyton movies on television and we would both howl with laughter.I can still smell his cigarettes. I didn't take it up thanks again to you Pop Rixon.My Pop was a very good shot with a rifle and his skills were handed down to my father and myself and my nephew. My love of poppies and trees plus chopping wood and little birds were passed on to me. He was an ordinary bloke that loved his work and bought a little house raised his children and fought off several heart attacks.
Tom started work at the Uralla shire council in 1947 as a pick and shovel man.At his retirement ceremony at the council offices the president said of tom"Farewell to to one of your most loyal members of our staff.Truly no peros is indispensable but it can be truly said that a person will be sorely missed. This applies to Tom Rixon. we will all miss toms smiling face and his reply whenever he was asked to do as task was "Sure Ill do it" Tom has put almost a lifetime of work into his job t hat is as important as our own. He has been an example to the community as a council employee.
Tom ran the store of the council for 15 years after stepping down from the gardening duties.
My grandfather looked after a young boy who grew up to be a teddy boy. He had slicked hair and a leather jacket and we were banned from talking to him but my Nan and Pop did their best to help this Kid. I wonder what happened to him and if he ever reads this I send him the best of wishes. I will call you D.
POP wore a hankerchief with four knots on his head a white singlet and big baggy shorts and was a avid punter.
What a shame that I cant say anymore about my grandfather.He had heart trouble and went to hospital a few times but he passed away at his house with his wife by his side.when I was staying at the house in Uralla as a teenager i slept in the bed that opened on to the front of the house by a sliding door. In the night this door opened and i sat up in bed to see my pop standing there looking at me. I said sorry pop im just staying the night and he disappeared as the sliding door shut. This was a few years after his death and I knew it was him checking up on me. Of course everyone thought i was making it up but i know that it was my Pop. I wasnt scared only amazed.
He worked in his beautiful vegetable garden at his little house at 52 Queen Street Uralla and he also grew wonderful flowers.He owned two dogs lucie and scampie who loved and followed him everywhere.The gates of Alma park still have the award that your hard work won back in 1970. The park is still used and your spirit is there. Tom was a keen sportsman and played competition football and competition foot running. He was also a keen marksman
Tom was a smoker and rolled his own cigarettes.A couple of years after his death I inherited his dressing gown and when I checked the pockets I found one of his old "rollie" cigarettes.
A good memory of Pop was the statue of an African American that uses to smoke real cigarettes. He had a real straw hat and a wonderful expression. I loved it so much. It was always on the mantle and he use to light it up and show me when I came to visit. When I taste a home grown beetroot I remember Pop. I think my love of American Jazz music and minstrel songs from the early days is a direct result of that smoking statue which would be frowned apon now but was a source of so much delight to my young mind. I love the music and old songs.
On a Sunday we would watch Charlie Chaplin and buster keyton movies on television and we would both howl with laughter.I can still smell his cigarettes. I didn't take it up thanks again to you Pop Rixon.My Pop was a very good shot with a rifle and his skills were handed down to my father and myself and my nephew. My love of poppies and trees plus chopping wood and little birds were passed on to me. He was an ordinary bloke that loved his work and bought a little house raised his children and fought off several heart attacks.
Tom started work at the Uralla shire council in 1947 as a pick and shovel man.At his retirement ceremony at the council offices the president said of tom"Farewell to to one of your most loyal members of our staff.Truly no peros is indispensable but it can be truly said that a person will be sorely missed. This applies to Tom Rixon. we will all miss toms smiling face and his reply whenever he was asked to do as task was "Sure Ill do it" Tom has put almost a lifetime of work into his job t hat is as important as our own. He has been an example to the community as a council employee.
Tom ran the store of the council for 15 years after stepping down from the gardening duties.
My grandfather looked after a young boy who grew up to be a teddy boy. He had slicked hair and a leather jacket and we were banned from talking to him but my Nan and Pop did their best to help this Kid. I wonder what happened to him and if he ever reads this I send him the best of wishes. I will call you D.
POP wore a hankerchief with four knots on his head a white singlet and big baggy shorts and was a avid punter.
What a shame that I cant say anymore about my grandfather.He had heart trouble and went to hospital a few times but he passed away at his house with his wife by his side.when I was staying at the house in Uralla as a teenager i slept in the bed that opened on to the front of the house by a sliding door. In the night this door opened and i sat up in bed to see my pop standing there looking at me. I said sorry pop im just staying the night and he disappeared as the sliding door shut. This was a few years after his death and I knew it was him checking up on me. Of course everyone thought i was making it up but i know that it was my Pop. I wasnt scared only amazed.
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