Eulogy of a Storyteller
Nola Gwenneth Jones was born 19 March 1925 in Cowra. She died just two weeks ago, 29 Nov 2014. She was 89 years old. I am her eldest grandchild, and I am also the family historian. I like the facts and figures of births, deaths, and marriages, and counting up the siblings, and trying to work out who’s whose second cousin twice removed. But Grandma was a STORYTELLER. So in her honour and her memory, I’ll try and tell you a few stories about her and her grandchildren, and keep the dates and numbers to a minimum. If I asked her where she lived in 1927, she didn’t just say “Thirroul”. She told me a story about toddling after her four older siblings down to the beach. They lived in Thirroul for a while. Their father worked on the railways and they moved around a bit. At Thirroul, they had to cross a creek to get to the beach, but little Nola slipped and fell in. She almost drowned. That was why she never learnt to swim. Funny how I can picture her wearing a swimming costume