Looking after me when I turned up penniless in Port Hedland while on a working holiday visa circa April 1979 (date my be a bit off - it was when Simon was born). Fred convinced me I was an OK cook and set me up via the bush telegraph with a camp cook's job on a cattle station outside of Kununarra - unbeknown to Fred that started a course of events that eventually led to me emigrating to Australia.

Special memories of Christmas spent in Port Hedland, Western Australia and Fred's, rather potent, brandy soaked fruit salad, inadvertently eaten for breakfast on Boxing Day. We were very pleased that we were able to catch up with Fred, Mary, Simon & Andrew in 2013 ( and yes there was a BBQ ) and again in 2018, after not seeing them since 1984. Very special memories for us to cherish. It was a special moment to be able to share in Fred's funeral from here in Oz. Love and sympathy to you all. Pete & Gwenda xx

I agree with Ruth , uncle Fred was the best uncle, with a twinkle in his eye and cheeky grin , There was always a chance he was up to some good natured mischievous. He was kind and generous of spirt . I am sorry that life became so difficult in the last years for you all. I am pleased you can now rest in grace and peace dearest Uncle Fred ♥️