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Further memories of Pat from other friends ...
Pre his bike accident - loved playing squash, was better than your average player.
Loved camping out...just tossed his sleeping bag on the round and slept under the stars.
Was generous to a fault and always there for a friend.
Was a geophysicist by profession but loved geology and learning about how our earth was formed.
Enjoyed various music genres - listened to the burble of an Abo's didgeridoo in Outback Australia, Eskimo drumming in Kotzebue, Alaska to the swinging jazz of New Orlean's Preservation Hall.
Enjoyed travel - Australia, Canada coast to coast, London, Paris, Madrid, Lisbon, Tetuan, Morocco, Cairo, Alexandria, Luxor, Aswan, Egypt and along extensive byways of the US Western States.
Specially loved BC's interior, traveled the narrow and neglected back road, the old stage coach road from Likely to Barkerville climbing over Yank's Peak and past abandoned ghost gold towns.
Enjoyed the bargains to be found at garage sales.
Was curious about everything!!! from alien UFO's in outer space to the underground intricacies of a termite's mound.
Has a huge collection of books, was always reading non fiction material, bought copies of specially interesting books to distribute to family and friends.
He enjoyed being with people...specially talking to people and sharing his stories...many of which 'grew' with the telling. Sometimes Pat was the sole speaker ... monologue or soliloquy style.
When traveling alone he would often pick up hitchhikers, a genuine 'captive' audience on which he could expound his ideas, theories, stories and tales.
His pride and joy, probably his favourite place to be, was the property along the James River and the cabin he built and designed from an initial one room (with living pine tree inside) to its current two levels and more in size. The pine tree, needless to say, is now long gone... Friends and family assisted with its construction, shared many outdoor cooked meals together.
This past year was difficult as Pat's brain tumour slowly progressed and lower body blood circulation issues developed. Yet...no matter when family or friends visited, Pat's response to "How are you doing?" was always 'Fantastic!". To Pat, others were always in a worse off situation.
Pat never stopped sharing the stories he had to tell...
I got to know Pat in the winter of 1967 when working in northern BC on the oil exploration work. He and I were watching the northern lights. It was so cold I noticed Pat’s ears started to freeze, he was only wearing a t shirt. He was from Australia and I from the UK. That’s where the friendship started. I was so interested in the things he had to say, he had a great mind.
The last time I saw him was 2015 when Chris my wife and I stayed with Pat and Wanda in Calgary. He took us up to see his cabin.
That is some cabin we were so amazed. He was an amazing man, so well read and then to create this three story house in the forest you just got to take your hat off to him. We send our condolences to this great man and a friend to all knew him. Alex Holmes
Rest in Peace Pat.
Although you lived in Canada for my whole life, I was lucky enough to spend some quality time with you, both in Australia and Canada.
As others have mentioned, you were a great story teller and extremely knowledgeable.
I remember when I was a teenager, I asked you why a wave breaks they way it does. I didn’t think it was possible to talk that long about one subject. The story went on for so long and the answer was so detailed, my 15 year old brain couldn’t keep up and I walked away still having no idea how waves break. It didn’t matter though, what stood out to me was how invested you were to teach me something new, that I was interested in.
Thanks for all the good times.
Rest easy mate.
Cameron Harte.
I will always remember the great times Pat and I had travelling by car throughout Canada and the US. We had travelled extensively during my many visits. One of Pats favourite places to visit was Nakusp in BC known for its hot springs.On a number of occasions over several years we stopped overnight at this small picturesque town to enjoy some time in the hot springs pool.
I also remember the fun times we had up at "the cabin" in Sundrie. The many times we sat around the outdoor rustic kitchen camp fire cooking dinner or boiling the kettle and talking about life in general. On occasions I assisted Pat with some of the projects he was undertaking on the cabin.
As mentioned in the Obituary, Pat obtained a Science Degree and Diploma in Education in Sydney. He then taught at Broken Hill High School for one year as far as I can recall. He realised that teaching was not for him and then he applied for a job in the Australian Outback (around Western Queensland and the Northern Territory) working for a mining company undertaking seismic work. I can recall Pat telling a group of us that on one occasion when he was undertaking this work from the air, when the helicopter lost power and crashed into a tree. Pat sustained only minor injuries. I understand that the pilot was also okay.
He was later offered a job by the mining company to work in Canada. He departed for Canada in 1966.
His determination in overcoming his disability at loosing the lower part of one leg (below the knee) as a result of a motorbike accident over 40 years ago amazed me. He undertook projects at the cabin climbing ladders to great heights and other jobs that persons without that disability would be reluctant to undertake.
I will miss Pat especially for his unique sense of humour and the long conversations we had over the phone.
Pat endured a lot of pain and suffering particularly over recent months and now this has ended. May you now rest in peace.
From your brother Pete.
To Pat's Family and Friends,
It was a shock to hear of the passing of Pat.
Terry and Peter were keeping us informed of Pat's progress after his recent surgery and then the very sad news of his passing. The McHugh Family from Lynesta Ave, Bexley North have known and interacted with Pat and his family all of our lives.
I can remember when Pat + Wanda visited his parents many years ago, and when Pat realized the pipes on the property were blocked & broken, he went straight to work digging, digging ... yet more digging, like a man on a mission. One would have thought he had three legs, not one leg and a mismatched 2nd leg. We all managed to resolve the broken pipes.
Pat's appreciation was to go and purchase a beautiful timber carved TV lamp for me. I was embarrassed to receive the beautiful lamp, which I now treasure even more. (So Pat you will still be turned on every night) Thank you. LoL.
Our Deepest Feelings and Thoughts are sent to you all.
P.S. In case anyone hadn't noticed, Pat was never lost for words.
Love from Stephen and The McHugh Family
G'DAY TERRY, JOHN + PETER.
So SAD ABOUT PAT, I THOUGHT HE WOULD RECOVER. HE WAS A VERY INTELLIGENT, HAPPY GO LUCKY MATE. WE WENT TO THE ROYAL EASTER SHOW IN 1956. + SAW THE AUSTRALIAN BİKE TEAM TRAINING ON THE ROLLER MACHINE FOR THE 1956 OLYMPIC GAMES IN MELBOURNE. OUR OTHER FRIEND RONNIE (WITH THE DARK TOP ON) LIVED NEAR. AN OBSOLETE BRICK YARD AND CONVEYER BELT, SO WE DECIDED TO TAKE ONE ROLLER EACH ON OUR SHOULDER, HOME TO MY PLACE, 8 DOORS FROM YOUR PLACE. HAD A GREAT TIME WITH IT. ONE DAY THE THREE OF US. DECIDED TO RIDE DOWN BULLI PASS (ONE OF THE STEEPEST ROADS IN NSW) TO KIAMA. WHEN WE GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL, OUR BRAKES WERE HOT + SMOKING. AS LUCK WOULD. HAVE IT I HAD A PUNCTURE AT KIAMA SO WE CAUGHT THE TRAIN HOME. PHEW!
SINCERE REGARDS.. DICK McHUGH ... THE ONE ON THE BIKE
I'm sure that Pat was many things to many people. While we shared some wonderful times and memories in both Australia and Canada, I'll firstly remember him as one of my older brothers.
Other words that come to mind ... educator - always wanting to share his extensive and varied knowledge; storyteller (a few of us always joked that he "could even talk under water"); squash partner/opponent; geologist; explorer; music lover; larrikin; do-er ... I suspect that some of his larrikinism and unorthodox ways (probably applies to all 4 of us brothers), comes from the years at home while listening to the "Goon Show" (British BBC Radio comedy).
I was able to share some memories when I visited him in Tudor Manor in May/June this year, for which I'm especially happy and grateful. Past recollections were great but also getting outside to enjoy some sunshine and wheelchair pushing, enjoying lunch at the golf course ... and the fantastic day spent with family and friends up at the "Cabin" near Sundre. Wonderful times, and now memories.
Regarding his prosthetic leg ... I recall some of his antics to perhaps ensure some "light relief". Once when flying, he had a spare seat next to him so decided to relax his leg by removing the prosthetic ... and placing it on the spare seat. It certainly surprised the flight attendants at first glance!
And of course, here in Sydney at the beach or swimming pool ... removing his prosthetic always brought many interesting looks/stares, especially from any nearby kids.
Before he headed to Canada to live, I recall one very funny episode involving some of PRO HART etchings/drawings and paintings. While he and PRO were friends while living, working and exploring outback NSW (the State of New South Wales), he acquired some of PRO's works. Being a good son, as it were, he brought them back home to Sydney and gifted them to mum. She wasn't overly impressed with this "modern artwork", and gave most items away to the Vinnies Op Shop (St Vincent De Paulle, Opportunity shop). However, she did keep 1 item ... a large, flat rock, on which was painted an aboriginal person holding spears and other paraphernalia. This rock was useful for helping prop open our timber garage doors! Over time, the painting did eventually fade ... but its function as a door stopper remained.
So long brother ... onya bike! (Pat enjoyed his pushbike riding with his mates back in Oz). Maybe now you can continue to listen to Janis Ian while she performs "At Seventeen".
I'll make sure that I enjoy a glass or two of da vino to help celebrate the journey!
Terry Harte
Very sorry to hear that Pat has passed. Our most sincere sympathies to Wanda and the family. My favorite memory of Pat was of him always eating his dessert first at CSPG lunches, he was a gentle man and always had an interesting story to tell.
Rick Wierzbicki
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