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A booklet was presented to those people attending the funeral of Cynthia Cresswell at Karrakatta Cemetery in Western Australia. This booklet included details of the service and a tribute written by me together with a poem written and read at the funeral by Cynthia's eldest grandchild, Jod Bavin (nee Cresswell).


May 2 2005

A Celebration of Life


Cynthia Pamela Cresswell

26 th February 1923 - 27 th April 2005


Service by Celebrant Judith Amey

Music - There goes my everything

A reading from Ecclesiastes

Opening words

Psalm 23

John 14: 1-6

Tribute - Our Special Mum - see words to tribute at end of this webpage

By Allan and Warren

PoemOur Nana - see words to poem at end of this webpage

By Jodi, Natalie, Melissa and Kirsty

A time of reflection while we listen to - Wind beneath my wings.

Lord's Prayer - traditional

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed by Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever.




Closing words

Music - Amazing Grace

Cynthia's granddaughters, carrying roses for remembrance, will lead family and friends from the chapel to the grave site .

The cortege will now proceed to the New Greek Lawn Section for a burial to be conducted by Father Theo of the Greek Orthodox Church

The family of Cynthia wishes to thank you for attending today

You are invited for light refreshments at 44 Kathleen Street Cottesloe

Rest in Peace

Our darling Wife, Mother, Grandmother and Great Grandmother

Tribute - Our Special Mum

All mothers are very special and our Mum was no exception. Most people here today also have their own special memories of our mother. This is a time to reflect on some of those special memories and share in how our Mum, Cynthia, affected the lives of her family and friends.

Mum was a first generation Greek Australian. From a culturally different childhood she easily assimilated into the Australian way of life. That was her character and that was her strength. Mum married Dad during the uncertain war years. There had been many obstacles in their way with such a union but their love for each other was so strong that nothing was to stop them.

Our mother held high her Greek heritage and passed down to her family this sense of being proud of who you are and a need to have achievement in life. As young children in the 1940’s and 1950’s, my sister, Stacey, and I often accompanied our Mum to visit her Greek family and friends. For although she married outside her community she never stopped loving them or their lifestyles. Lovely days were spent visiting ‘Mum- mee’, Uncle Spiro and Aunty Angela, Aunty Mary and Uncle Paul, Uncle Geoff and Aunty Kopie, and their families. Mum was also very close to all her first cousins and we often visited Aunty Cynthia Stavrianou and Aunty Betty Manifis and their families, and other cousins and friends. She was always so happy to be in their company.

Mum also loved her husband’s family. Dad’s sisters, Joan, Joy and June and their families were great friends, as were his cousins such as Edna and Dud Hanson and the Wightman girls. Mum was also so close to Aunty Pat and Uncle Jim Cresswell during their lifetime. The movie nights at Gugeri Street and the Royal Show outings were special days indeed.

She had a wide circle of friends in the neighbourhood and we remember fondly the days of Gypsy Rowe and the great parties, all the Reynolds family, Dot and Bill Brown, the Laming family, Marge Radley, the Birkbecks, ‘Aunty’ Ruth and ‘Uncle’ Ben, Johnny and Judy Grose, the Jamieson family and many others. Mum fitted in so well with them all and it was exciting times almost every weekend.

 Mum was such a great cook. Fish and chips, seafoods, great salads and many different Greek foods were often on the menu. Our friends were regularly around to sample all these different ‘new’ foods and never knocked back an invitation to share our meals. Our home was always open to our friends who were always welcomed by her. Mum also was an excellent dressmaker and made Stacey’s clothes for many years.

Holiday time was great! Holidays to Garden Island, Mandurah, Rockingham and Toodyay with cousins and neighbours. Mum always involved herself in arranging games, entertainment, and making sure all the kids had fun. She was always the life of the party but especially at holiday times.

She did love games a lot. Card games were her specialty, be it Bridge, Canasta, Patience, Poker or whatever. She was unbeatable and never tired of playing and teaching her children or grandchildren the finer points. She always tried to beat them and never let them win…… matter how young they were! But Scrabble and Crosswords were her specialty. I studied the dictionary for years in an attempt to beat my mother but her seven letter words always floored me.

Tennis days at Crawley were a feature and Mum did so love her tennis. Then there were the great prawning evenings on the river and the terrific picnic days at Peppermint Grove, evenings down the beach on hot summers nights, outdoor picture theatre and later the drive-in on Friday nights.

When I was six years old I contracted Diphtheria and was very ill in Shenton Park Infectious Disease Hospital for many months. During that period I was totally isolated from my family and was so scared and distressed. But so also was my mother worried about the health of her son. On more than one occasion she snuck onto the restricted grounds to peer through the windows and wave to me in my hospital bed, only to be chased off by nursing staff and security.

During our childhood our family lived in Busselton and later Carnarvon where our Dad was working. Mum always seemed to just fit in so well in the new locations, making friends right away and ensuring that us children always had the best of everything and were happy.

Mum loved her mother so very much. ‘Mum-mee’ supported her daughter throughout her life and our Mum was so happy when her mother came to live with us in 1957. She was a wonderful lady who was totally blind. A tragic event occurred at home resulting in our grandmother dying of burns. Although not responsible, Mum never forgave herself for it happening and for the rest of her life cried out at night calling for her mother. Now they are re-united.

Mum’s best friend was Marie Switch who she knew for seventy one years. Mum told me that growing up together around Lake Street were such great years. Later our families continued to be friends and many great times were spent at Vine Street in Herne Hill with Dick, Marie and family.

There were great times when Mum and Dad built their holiday home at Ledge Point in the 1960’s. Great new friends, seafood meals and relaxing weekends. Until very recently Mum loved those quiet and restful times up at Ledge Point.

Then there was the football! Mum’s team was Claremont, and many great Saturday afternoons in the 1970’s through to 1990’s were spent there. Mum loved staying on and all the players knew her, well at least she knew all the players. Then there was the meals and dancing afterwards. She did love it so. Later she supported the Eagles and more recently the Dockers. And she was so ‘one eyed’! She was even worse than Dad or me. She was always blaming the umpires, but she was usually right.

Mum loved her daughter in law and son in law dearly and in later years extended that love to the spouses and partners of her grandchildren.

Mum just loved the family get together. Whether it was a birthday, an anniversary or Christmas, it didn’t matter. Just having her family around her was what she wanted. She always insisted that all the family exceptions or no excuses. For Mum it was all or nothing!

Stacey and I loved our Mum dearly and her love for us was unconditional. We never went without and she supported us throughout our adult life. Mum adored her nine grandchildren and in more recent years she was a devoted great grandmother to five. She gave one love to one man, our Father, and I am sure with his memories of her and his love, he will continue to keep her beauty alive, till one day when he will join her forever.

Rest easily Mum as you do deserve it.

God Bless You!

Allan Cresswell


When someone loved as dearly as Nana,
leaves her family without her on earth
Through the tears and the hurt of the emptiness of loss,
the memories start to take birth
For our Nana lived a full and happy life,
surrounded by those that she loved
And although we cry and feel sadness
‘cause we’ll miss her,
we know she’s looking down from above
The grandkids have many great memories,
of our days at 44 Kathleen Street
From the plays in the laundry,
to the box full of toys and Nana’s friends
we were likely to meet
She loved to play cards with us often,
but if you expected to win you were in strife
And it was no good regretting a play you had made
for ‘there are no ifs in cards or in life’
Nana was proud of her Greek heritage and would tell us stories of her as a girl
Of her childhood in Lake Street,
and her school days,
to us she had lived in a whirl
She even taught us small pieces of Greek language, though I’m sure it sounded quite coarse
For how grammatically correct is it to say
(when pointing to the light) ‘where is the bunda force?’
To us our Nana was the best cook in the world,
we loved going to her house for tea
For not only could we feast on fish,
Greek sweets and olives,
it was all spent with family
Even simple meals she made so exciting,
with platters of stuff kids would like
And there was nothing nicer than biting into Nana’s sandwich - of walnut and vegemite
Every Christmas we’d all get together,
looking forward to full pillow cases of gifts
For Nana would make it so exciting,
pulling out each present piece by piece
She always loved giving her family presents,
every time she went overseas
And her special talent was always choosing,
something she knew would please
Staying the night at Nana and Grandad’s was great fun, for often we’d sleep in the lounge
And watch TV ‘til we fell asleep,
after watching Telethon round and round
Meeting Nana for lunch in the city, she would take you to all the great spots
Upstairs at Coles and the staff canteen at SGIO,
where great food and a bargain you got
Going to the footy was great fun, and Allan’s kids were brainwashed from birth
There was no way we could support
just any WAFL team,
especially not East Perth
The only team was Claremont
and we spent all Saturday at the ground
And not just for the league match,
but way after the final siren made its sound
Nana’s gift was making fun from small things;
a piece of paper became a toy
And memories of the fun we had with Nana,
will bring us all so much joy
I remember joining Nana for her pool parties,
with all the ladies dressed up in their gear
For Nana loved having a good time
and around her there was fun and cheer
There’s no taking away our sadness,
for a special part of our lives we will miss
And it’s sad to think that our wonderful Nana
we never more will kiss
What makes it easier is knowing,
the contribution she’s made to our lives
Our memories of her will never leave us,
for their effect will multiply

Jodi Bavin