Dear Tom, Jane & Dan,
I have such wonderful memories of your mother (and father). Your mother was one of the first ladies to welcome me when I dared to come to a CWL meeting alone. I served with her on the CWL executive. We baked together, wall-papered together, made sandwiches, served Deanery dinners, etc. Friends were often at the house for morning coffee and sometimes when her grandchildren were there, I would play with them. Sheila would convince your dad to share some of his garden treasures with me so that I could plant them in my garden. She loved to host fabulous dinner parties and Ray & I were lucky invitees many times. I remember the personal strength and grace she had when your father had that terrible accident in the foothills.
We lost touch when Sheila & Bill no longer lived in the north-west but other friends would fill us in on their news and well-being.
Sheila had a good sense of fun. One of her favourite tales was that she was good enough to be born the day before St. Patrick's day so that her mum would be able to dance (the Irish jig) and celebrate with friends & family. Your mother was a treasured friend.
With sincere sympathy... Agnes & Ray
