As you can see I'm finding it a little hard to concentrate on card making and hope you will forgive the sketchy descriptions.
I think it was about 1959 that my family started camping down at Tyrone foreshore near Rye, on Port Phillip Bay. 6 - 8 weeks of summer bliss for our family of 5 children and we very soon made friends with the other kids on the beach. Some of them camped like us and others had a holiday house and boat shed. Wonderful days of sun, swimming, making cubbies in the bush behind the cliff and under upturned dinghies, sand castles, skiffle boarding in the shallows, and as we got older, sailing and water skiing added to the fun. Discos on the beach in boat shed 47 - yes we did the Stomp, and other crazy dances in the sand, saw (heard) the Beatles rise in popularity, got the best sun tans (paying for that now!) and never got bored. At the end of the holiday we'd say goodbye to our friends until the following Christmas and then take up where we left off.
My husband and I took time for a bit of a nostalgic trip this weekend. We have both known and loved Max for many years. Driving along the peninsula and visiting places we used to frequent when we were teenagers in the 60's, was nice. Where has the time gone?
So on March 6 we said a final goodbye to our friend. The service at the Frankston Arts Centre was lovely - huge numbers of people attending from all walks of life - Max had his finger in lots of pies! and it was lovely to catch up with so many of them.
But the very best part was going back to the beach with a smaller group, after the service. Having sunset "drinkies" listening to music and reliving memories with so many old friends and Max's family, made this special as this was the place that our friendship began so many years ago.
The balloons flying over the ocean were a lovely final tribute from his wife and family.