Meredith Jones — 29 July 2021

I have so many memories of Margaret. Once when our families were camping at the beach Emma went missing--she must have been about three or four I think, the youngest kid. We were all sent running to search for her. I arrived back at the beach to see Margaret diving through the waves, over and over, in her clothes, calling for Emma. I remember Margaret taking the aluminium top off a bottle of milk and, closing her eyes, licking the cream off it.I remember her in the kitchen slicing a Vienna loaf with a sharp bread knife that had a worn wooden handle.I remember once riding my bike over from Northcote, pushing it down the sideway (none of us kids ever entered through the front door) only to find that Naomi, my best friend, wasn't home. Margaret kept pottering around, and we had a cup of sweet tea and quite a grown up chat together, as if I was *her* special friend. Thank you Margaret.