Trevor John WRIGLEY
Aged 79 Years
MARIE, BETTY, JIMMY, IAN, BERTIE and second family SUE, TONY, OYLEEN, SHAYLA and the kiwi WHANAU formerly invite family and friends to attend the funeral service of their beloved father, poppy, uncle and mate to all.
TREVOR`s service was held at Macquarie Memorial Park, Ryhope, on THURSDAY 4th May 2006.
“Such is life”
My Treasured Grandpa
Today I’ll cry from an aching heart
Today I’ll cry for us being apart
Today I’ll cry for never seeing your face
Today I’ll cry for a now empty place
But
Tomorrow I’ll smile remembering your love
Tomorrow I’ll smile knowing you’re resting above
Tomorrow I’ll smile without pain or tears
Tomorrow I’ll smile knowing you’ll always be here
Then
Forever you’ll live in memories left behind
Forever you’ll live in your loved ones mind
Forever you’ll live in my heart and soul
Forever you’ll live until I get old
Love You Forever
Granddaughter Shayla
im so pround to apart of the WRIGLEY hertiage you will be so missed pop!!!
I remember from many years ago when Pat & Trevor lived at Maroubra and I was married to his son Jimmy.Trevor after a few beers would always serenade Pat with Al Jolson songs.That memory of Trevor will stay with me forever.I always smile and also laugh when I remember those days at Maroubra.I will miss Trevor a great deal.He will always have a special memory from me.
Jimmys exwife Sue.
Pop,
I look back now and I`m so grateful for the advice and guidance you gave me.
I so much enjoyed your company and I was grateful to have someone like yourself in my life.
I look back at the many conversations that we had and cherish the laughter and joy we shared.
You knew you were not perfect and had made mistakes in your life, but grateful always so grateful to have what you had….
You adored my Mum that you told me many a times, she is simply the best you`d say
I know she loved you too…
I `m pretty sure you will be looking down on us and I`m sure you are at peace as you have gone through enough in your life….
After all the conversations we have had from you surfing and picking up, to John Laws and Life in general, I never got to say thankyou ….
I loved to hear your stories of times gone by, and to see your eyes light up when Al Jolson was playing, so many memories, and all so close to my heart.
I wish I got the opportunity to simply say thankyou, thankyou for producing my wonderful mother….
I love her with all my heart and you were and still are a huge part of our life….
So when you get to that grand place in the sky please give my Nan a huge hug and kiss and again say thank you from me.
I thank you……
Love always
Jodie
(the skinny good looking one)
Always in my thoughts Pop and Nan xxx
TREVOR’S STORY: JUST A SMALL SLICE OF A FASCINATING LIFE
What a life Trevor Wrigley had…from the day he was born in Coonamble in 1926, life’s adventures began for Trevor.
Trevor came into this world a fighter. Against all odds, he survived a very difficult birth and wasn’t expected to live. A mid-wife at the hospital picked him up from a pile of dirty linen and nursed him back to life. Trevor lived with her during his early childhood and called her ‘Granny Smith’. Bill and Granny Smith were always in Trevor’s parents’ life.
The depression came along. Trevor and his parents moved to Sydney, leaving his sister Beaulah with Granny Smith. His family had a great love of horses and when Trevor was fourteen he was put into an apprenticeship at stables in Randwick to become a jockey. These were very hard times for a teenager.
The Australian Army enlisted him for duty to defend our country against the Japanese. He was a very reluctant soldier. He was a pacifist and absolutely terrified of weight gain, which would of course end his riding career. The prisoner of war break out at Cowra was his first conflict with the enemy. Trevor and a couple of mates were found taking refuge under the nurses’ quarters. Of course, they were protecting the women!
At age 21 Trevor married a nurse, Pat McInnes. He had grown into a vibrant young man with dreams and goals but, due to the dreaded weight gain from the Army, riding in the Melbourne Cup was out.
He and Pat set up house in Ipswich, Queensland. He was a tireless worker and would ride trackwork at 4am each morning before running to catch the miners’ train to work in the coal mines. He was big into the coal miners union and also worked in one of the last mines to have pit ponies. He was trapped in an underground cave-in and escaped by his own physical efforts, also saving a mate.
Soon Trevor and Pat had a family of four children; Marie, Betty, Jimmy and Ian. The marriage had become strained to say the least. All business transactions were conducted in his office – the local public bar. He loved the office! In an attempt to save his marriage he was forced to embark on a new career.
Trevor accepted a position (without any experience) as Station Manager on a remote property west of his birthplace, Coonamble. He went to the property first to prepare for his young family to join him. He encouraged Pat to come, his letter to her saying, ‘just come, don’t worry about a thing, just come with the kids. Everything is provided for, food, linen, everything!!’ After a very long steam train trip, Pat and the four kids finally arrived at the property called ‘Mimosa’. The ‘Managers Residence’ turned out to be the shearers’ quarters – no power, no sheets, no blankets and a long drought. Not exactly five star. But they were together as a family, battling once again.
The kids had schooling by correspondence and Trevor taught himself ‘Property Management’ by correspondence too. And the only beer was Pat’s home brewed ginger beer. Fresh meet was requested from the property owner and a lamb was chosen. Being a pacifist and animal lover, Trevor had never killed anything in his life. Thirteen hours later the deed was done and the young family turned vegetarian for several months.
Life was hard but in the paddock was an unbroken stallion called ‘Carrable’. Dreams of an almighty winner came again. Trevor broke the horse in and also made a race-track to train Carrable. Pat, with the kids in an old ute, would chase the kangaroos and emus off the track so Carrable could be trained to race. This horse showed promise.
The young Wrigley family packed up and moved into Coonamble with Carrable where horse training became Trevor’s life. Carrable was unbeatable in country NSW so it was time to conquer Sydney where, sadly, Carrable broke down. The office-work at the bar had re-established itself and Trevor had become a notable horse trainer. During these training years the family moved house many times and another son, Bertie, was born. Other occupations were had and the years flew by. Trevor and Pat were divorced after 33 years of marriage.
After a lot of soul searching, and realising what he had lost, a new life began for Trevor. He befriended another fabulous woman, Sue, who was also a nurse. Sue had a large family of nine children who all embraced and loved Trevor. Sue’s daughter Orlean became his daughter, and Orlean’s children became his second lot of grandchildren.
In fact, Trevor had one life and two families. In his first family he had nine grandchildren; Jodie, Victor, Jaden, Bonnie, Ralph, Scott, Mickaela, Marnie and Luke; and four great-grandchildren. In his second family four grandchildren – Selwyn, Carrie, Kyleen and Shayla – and five great-grandchildren.
Trevor was a great character and story teller, who loved to laugh and have a fun time. He attracted countless friends from all walks of life.
Trevor regarded himself as a ‘wheel-barrow Catholic’ – one who had to be pushed into church. Needless to say it had been years since he was inside one. It was his wish that the Salvation Army conduct his service, they were his favourite charity.
He was strong willed, independent and always had good morals. His sense of humour was the essence of his character and his life.
.added 13/6/2006
Dear Pop,
Another year gone and hopefully a smoother one for all
Our first Christmas without you
We felt a little blue and a bit withdrawn…
Knowing that your at peace and watching us from above
Give us a little comfort
I`m sure you`d be having a laugh.
Thinking of you at this time
And all the year through
Wishing you a Merry Christmas
And letting you know we miss you.
Lots of Love
Jodie
(14/01/2007)
Another Christmas gone….
Shall be on a boat withmy mum and Bet
Shall love and enjoy…
Shall think of you…Laughing with us all….
Wishing you could be there,
Shall have a special moment just for you
Last entry for me…
But not ever my last thought!!!
Again
Jodie
(the good looking one)
xxx
1/12/2007
In The Care Of
DAILEY FUNERALS
FDA of NSW
Phone 4956 4221
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