FLETCHER, Joan Lillian Mabel

Joan leaves behind her three daughters, seven grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. Everyone called her Nanny in our family. She was the heart of our family and the centre of all our worlds. Nanny was witty, quick, and endlessly funny, never one to pass up a good joke or the chance to make you laugh, most of the time without even realising it. She kept us guessing right to the end, none more so than with the story of her missing thumb, which she told to each of us grandkids a different story of how she lost it. It was only years later, we realised not one of us had ever been told the same tale. She loved a bargain and you would always have to guess how much she paid for things. She loved the pokies, bingo and cent-auctions, a five dollar win on the pokies would be enough to send her cheering so loudly people would come over thinking she'd one thousands. She was a country woman at heart and she loved animals, especially cows. She'd pile us into the car for cattle auctions, and she never met a long drive she didn't love; she'd happily be driven around for long trips to Lions Road or Fernvale for a meat pie and strawberry jam doughnuts. She loved her flowers and her garden, the two jacarandas sanding guard out her house at Browns Plains where she would sit with her cup of tea on her old chair and watch the cars go by. Nanny, you were loved beyond measure, and you will be missed every single day. Now go be with Grandpop and Suzanne, no doubt the three of you are already yelling at each other.