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Barry MOSS Obituary
MOSS (Barry Maxwell):
20.10.1931 - 25.9.2012
Loving son of Ernest and May Moss.
Relative, friend, teacher, counsellor and mentor to many. He will be greatly missed by those whom he loved and those who loved him.
A special thank you to Dr Liew and the staff of the Hollywood Private Hospital Palliative Care Unit.
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Richard
January 23, 2023
Mr Moss greatly inspired my love of history and art. A great teacher who did not limit students and taught them to think and create.
Christopher Glen
October 15, 2020
I knew Mr Moss between 2001-2002, being introduced by my brother in law, who'd done gardening for him.
At that time, I was struggling with some of my university units. Mr Moss helped me find the self confidence within to pass them.
It is to my regret we were not able to remain in contact. May he Rest In Peace.
Brad Garcia
April 3, 2019
Barry Moss was my grade 5 teacher at Lesmurdie Primary in 1970. Barry was a brilliant teacher, loved and respected by all his students. He took us on a camp to Mt Magnet and organised a school concert (Musical). Very sad to hear of his passing, RIP Mr. Moss
At various ages, with friends and students
January 1, 2013
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College student- how young Moss looks!
January 1, 2013
Toddler Moss
January 1, 2013
Toddler and alter boy
January 1, 2013
Ducks on the wall at Gooseberry Hill, now living with Terry Wilson
January 1, 2013
Schoolboy days and young actor
January 1, 2013
Letter from Rex Burrell
January 1, 2013
Those legs!
January 1, 2013
Photos from Moss' early life
January 1, 2013
With family and friends
January 1, 2013
With Barry Moss
January 1, 2013
What a pretty garland you're wearing, Moss!
January 1, 2013
A smoker long ago
January 1, 2013
Moss, delivering one of his many speeches
January 1, 2013
Moss, wearing various splendid ties!
January 1, 2013
The den again!
January 1, 2013
Moss in Paris; god-daughter Berwyn
January 1, 2013
Moss in his beloved West Australian bush
January 1, 2013
Fancy-dressed Moss!
January 1, 2013
Wonder just how many paintings adorned those dining room walls at Wilson Place?
January 1, 2013
Moss at home in den
January 1, 2013
Whose baby, Moss?
January 1, 2013
Teaching dancing at Mazenod
January 1, 2013
Various ages of Moss
January 1, 2013
Moss at dinner
January 1, 2013
Moss as alter boy at St George's Cathedral
January 1, 2013
Moss with some of his many friends
January 1, 2013
Dancing with Merle Smith at Mazenod
January 1, 2013
West Australian, 28-3-73, Moss in boater with friends
January 1, 2013
More debonair, socializing Moss
January 1, 2013
Ministry of Education letter of thanks
December 31, 2012
Loveday and Moss at a debutante ball?
December 31, 2012
Moss and the Gauntlett family
December 31, 2012
Down on the farm and old vehicle
December 31, 2012
With Dustin Zanetti and coming to grips with the computer age
December 31, 2012
Moss dancing with his beloved mother
December 31, 2012
More Moss memories- how he did charm the ladies!
December 31, 2012
Moss' 60th birthday party
December 31, 2012
School photos from 1937
December 31, 2012
Moss' 70th birthday party
December 31, 2012
December 16, 2012
Mazenod College sent a letter to parents and students on 19th October, 2012 upon the passing of its great friend and drama director, Mr Barry Moss. An excerpt from the letter reads as follows…
Occasionally our planet is graced with the presence of a very special person; a person who walks and lives among us, with qualities which are indeed rare in our modern world. Such a man was Mr Barry Moss.
Barry departed this world for his “next great adventure” (his words, not mine) just before our holidays began. His funeral celebration, a fitting tribute to his amazing life, was held in St George's Cathedral in Perth and the huge numbers who came to bid him adieu were a reflection of the number of lives he touched as he wended his way among us.
I have not the slightest doubt that those who welcomed him to his Father's Home in Heaven were equal and greater in number, and shared their joy at having him join them, just as we mourn the loss of him.
Sadly, I must admit that I did not know Barry well. I came to know him through other friends of his at Mazenod, particularly Fr Michael McMahon, certainly a kindred spirit in some ways, and Mr Nick Allen, a long-time friend of Barry's.
I truly regret the shortness of my contact with Barry but equally I feel blessed that I had the opportunity to know him.
Barry was a true friend of Mazenod. In being able to say this I think I pay our wonderful College a great compliment and I believe we can claim for ourselves a portion of the man who was a very special human being.
Among so many other gifts and talents, interests and enthusiasms, Barry was passionate about the stage and the theatre. His first contact with Mazenod was in 1987 (just 25 years ago) when he agreed to direct a student production of Gilbert and Sullivan's ‘HMS Pinafore' for us. In 1988 he produced another student offering – ‘The Pirates of Penzance' and in 1990 he produced a series of three One Act Plays, ‘Trial by Jury', ‘Thirty Minutes in the Street' and ‘Death Comes to Bogglesworth Manor'. I feel certain that our Old Boys who took part in these productions well remember Barry puttiing them through their paces in his humorous, ironic, demanding and eclectic manner!
In 1990, Barry first began to work with staff. It was the brainchild of Fr McMahon to see teachers from different disciplines work together and discover their talents outside the classroom. Barry jumped on board and in 1990 the First Mazenod Staff play, ‘You Can't Take it with You' was produced. We still have both video and photographs of this first production, which was reproduced, again with Barry directing, in 2009.
Over the years – right up to 2011 – Barry has graced us with his expertise and presence. It must be noted that Barry always linked up with Fr McMahon when producing a staff play and all of us at Mazenod must genuinely express our thanks to Fr McMahon for how lucky we were to have such close contact with Barry as a result of their friendship.
As a person, sadly, who only came to know Barry in recent years I can count myself particularly fortunate to have had the opportunity to meet and know him in some small way. He was a man of great intelligence, humour, breadth of vision, openness to others and knowledge. Above all, my memory of Barry will be as a man of that deep humility which is born of self-confidence.
When Fr McMahon visited Barry in hospital for the last time, Barry requested that the Mazenod Staff players (old and new) put on one last play to honour and remember him. This is a request we must honour. Without Barry it will be difficult and all of us will be filled with so many memories. Fr McMahon, however, made this promise to Barry and Mazenod will therefore, with pride, honour his wishes. We are sure old boys who knew Barry and those of us who have benefited from his legacy will join in the memory of a truly wonderful human being.
I finish with a quote from Shakespeare, because I know Barry will appreciate it. I quote it, more importantly, because it is absolutely true:
His life was gentle,
And the elements so mix'd in him, that Nature may stand up
And say to all the World, “This was a Man!”
Fr Brian Maher OMI (Rector)
montfort tokiapron leahy
November 24, 2012
hi berwyn and jen. thank you and sorry I didnt get your message re moss's passing. have been away at sea overseas working. I miss mr moss very much. but I know he 's up there with the good lord now. thanks berwyn. love montfort
Always sartorial in striped shirt and contrasting tie!
November 22, 2012
Handsome Moss
November 22, 2012
Sharing a joke with Marj Williams 2011
November 22, 2012
Barry Moss and Barry Moss!
November 22, 2012
Dorothy Roberts and Moss
November 22, 2012
imperious Moss
November 22, 2012
Moss' 79th birthday, with Carolyn and Stephen
November 22, 2012
November 22, 2012
Loved your message, Montfort. We did try to contact you after Mossie's death via his address book and left a phone message. Sorry it did not reach you. Happy memories of time spent with you and one of the most special people we'll ever know. We miss him too! Cheers Berwyn and Jen
montfort tokiapron leahy
November 20, 2012
moss, I had no idea you're gone. I rang your home number from cairns tonight and was waiting for that voice to go, "92932417?", or was expecting the answering machine to take my call, as you might have been in the laboratory. instead it rang all the way through, and so I hung up. thought id ring a bit later as you're might be out tutoring other students. but somehow I could feel there was something not right so as I pick up my phone to call again I googled your name. I dont know why? your name appeared where I wasnt expecting it to be. funeral notice of the west australian. thanks mr moss for the help, accomodation and hospitality. your time in mentoring me through my first years in perth.you taught me alot and cant thank you enough..see you in heaven. r.i.p moss! love always montfort
In the days of a ponytail!
October 16, 2012
Cousin Irene and debonair Moss
October 16, 2012
With his great friend, Sue, on Australia Day 2012
October 16, 2012
Who else elects to travel the world on a container ship, not once, but twice!
October 16, 2012
Only Mossy could stop a train- (Northam, 2007)
October 16, 2012
October 13, 2012
Read by Roberta Chapman as part of her eulogy 3/10/2012
A handwritten letter by a past student to Mossy in hospital reads in part:
“ Dear Barry. The first day that I met you, I wasn't sure what to think. All I knew was that I was now stuck with some old dude once a week, because I wasn't pulling my weight at school. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, you're the only teacher I ever liked, or that liked me. I tended to have a way of making teachers dislike me. But as I got to know you, and the wacky, interesting stories you used to tell me, I enjoyed having you tutor me, even though I played up now and then! Thank you for believing in me and putting up with my disruptive behaviour, because I soon started to see you as a mentor, rather than a tutor. I really appreciate every story, every piece of advice and every minute you spent trying to teach me.”
October 13, 2012
Eulogy by Berwyn Roberts 3/10/2012
Hello everyone. My name is Berwyn Roberts and I'm one of Mossy's many godchildren. I'm also a relation through the original families of the southwest, but only my father and Moss, could explain the convoluted history to you!
Our very loved and cherished Barry Maxwell Moss was an only child, born to May and Earnest at Carriage House in Busselton on the 20th of October 1931. His adored mother May was of the Gardiner family from the Ferguson; his father Earnest was not a local but came into the region as a railway engineer. Barry was also very close to Jock, his mother's second husband.
The family moved to Wembley, but during WW2, Mossy, like many city children, was sent for safety to live in the country. He moved to the family dairy farm in Boyanup, with his mother's sister, Maggie Smith and her husband. Moss loved riding horses and the farm lifestyle in the Ferguson and thrived on the attention of his two cousins, Gladdy and Ella. He was educated at the local primary school in Boyanup during this time.
When living in Wembley, the family regularly attended church here at St Georges Cathedral, where Moss and his best friend Rex Burrell were both choirboys and servers for many years. He started and led youth fellowships and later became a Cathedral Watcher, volunteering to guide and assist visitors. Moss was a strong upholder and defender of the traditions and rituals of the Church of England service of his youth. The beauty of this language and the air of mystery it evoked deepened the spirituality for Moss. This long association with the church was the outward manifestation of a very deep and abiding faith, which nourished and sustained him to the very end.
Barry was a very generous man, willingly giving his time, energy and knowledge to others. As a young adult, every weekend he would drive his Humber Vogue over to Guildford Grammar to pick up his young Reid cousins and the Trigwell boys to take them back to his mother's house in Wembley for Sunday lunch and tea. As boarders away from home and family, this was a real treat. Their favourite part of the day however, was the trip back to school. The boys had to be back in time for church and Moss was always late leaving, so the Humber Vogue had to be driven at super speeds to meet their curfew. The boys remember a particularly hair-raising evening, when Moss failed to make a turn in the road. They found themselves careering off road into the dirt before finally screeching to a halt – great excitement!
Mossy's first job was with the Commonwealth Bank. For 4 years, he was bored by bank work but fascinated by the staff and customers. His manager was terrifying to work for and never smiled. Because Moss was short and the counter very high, the bank made a little jarrah box for him to stand on. One day, whilst perched on his box and leaning forward to deal with a very aristocratic customer, the box slid backwards on the polished floor, Moss hit the counter, knocked himself unconscious, and woke up in the hospital. Thereafter every time the manager saw Moss, he would laugh. Thankfully soon after, he made the wise decision to become a teacher.
Moss was an extraordinary and exceptional, natural teacher as Roberta has already told you. He brought the curriculum to life with his unique dramatic style and took every opportunity to make it practical, go on excursion, do a production, let the students get their hands dirty. Whether it was at the Reid's farm milking cows, planting a native garden at school, discovering the wildflowers and learning about bush tucker up north, or being a Tarantara Policeman in the Pirates of Penzance, as his student, you were involved.
Moss got himself into some bizarre and hilarious situations which have become legendary. I'll tell you about just one. Wembley Primary School had sash windows in the classrooms – the kind that slide upwards to open. These were wonderful places to sit and take advantage of the cool sea breeze on a summer's day, long before the era of air conditioning. One afternoon Moss was delivering an inspired literature lesson sitting on the window ledge. During one particularly vigorous gesticulation, much to the amazement of his young students, he fell backwards out the window into the bushes outside his classroom. To get back in and avoid being seen and having to explain to his exacting headmaster Arthur Hartley, he had to run all the way around the block. It is hard not to smile when one imagines Moss quickly regaining his composure and re-entering his classroom as if nothing unusual had ever happened!
Mossy loved to travel by any method except air. Planes terrified him. Travel by car was particularly appealing and his love of the motor vehicle was evident in his collection of vintage and classic model cars. He of course believed that every car he drove was a classic and in great demand by collectors. His last car, gold classic sports Toyota Supre with royal purple upholstery had to be detailed and then photographed to show Mossy whilst he was in hospital. I'm sure he was certain it would fetch enough to virtually pay off the national debt.
Of course as we know, there wouldn't be a national debt, as he regularly told us all, if the Liberal Party were in power!
He also loved to travel overseas but as we know he was also famous for his extreme lack of punctuality. Today may have been the only function for which Mossy has ever been on time! On one occasion he was travelling overseas by ship, but by the time he arrived, the gangplank had already been withdrawn. Somehow Mossy managed to persuade the ship's captain to allow him to board, but of course not in a conventional manner…. he was hoisted on with the cargo, surrounded by frozen peas!
On his last major jaunt, Moss was to travel to Melbourne on the Indian Pacific train. Jen and I were taking him to the terminal in Perth and Andrew Gardner was meeting us with a splendid picnic basket of comestibles for his journey. But there were just a few things that had to be done before we could leave. The few things turned into a dozen and by the time we set out from Gooseberry Hill, we were far too late for even a formula 1 Ferrari to have made it on deserted roads. Moss was adamant that he wouldn't fly, so he rang the Indian Pacific Management in Adelaide.
No, it was impossible to delay the departure of the train, but they did agree to stop the train briefly in Northam if we could guarantee to be on the platform there by a specific time. A screeching U-turn on Great Eastern Hwy and low-level flying ensued. The Indian Pacific did pause briefly, much to the astonishment of the passengers, to allow Mossy to board. Apparently it was all they could talk about at lunch that day on the train!
Arrivals home could also be eccentric adventures. When Mossy returned from his first container ship travels, having been away for three months, we were instructed to bring 2 large vehicles to collect him. Andrew Ryan set out in his 4WD and Jen and I set out in ours. Not only did we collect Moss, but also a number of crewmembers – far too many in fact for the 2 cars! Undaunted and with encouragement from Moss, we crammed them in illegally, dropped some off in Fremantle and took the rest via Kings Park and the Zig-Zag in the pouring rain to Gooseberry Hill. Jen fed and watered them for an hour and then we drove them back to the ship by midnight to go back on duty. Moss informed us that he wanted to take another lot up to the house and that we would need another car – so his precious Toyota Supre joined the convoy. It was a case of 12 got off and 14 got on, 14 got off and 5 got on through the night. Each time Jen fed them and each time we had to stop in King's Park where these boys were forced to get out in the pouring rain and hail to look at the view. We finally cried off exhausted when Moss proposed a fourth journey to pick up one crew member for a second time at 6am – so undaunted, he drove himself to have breakfast in Fremantle with this chap who called him Uncle Moss.
Travels from 2 Wilson Place were not restricted to just the living lord of the manor. There were the much-publicized journeys of his garden gnomes that went on for years. Moss would come home to find his gnomes in strange places – on the roof of the Ryan's place across the road for example. Sometimes they would disappear completely and he would receive postcards from all round the world from them. This mystery entertained us for decades – Moss quizzed everyone, but couldn't find out who was responsible. It was only quite recently that he discovered that his great friends Brian and June McGinnity were the creative culprits.
Moss included us all in his family and somehow we could all be persuaded to come to his rescue at all hours of the day or night. Sometimes it would be to answer a crossword clue at 1am or to go searching the suburbs years ago for cigarettes at 2.30am. Mary and Noel Hoffman told me a story of Moss ringing them at 4 in the morning one night because there was a curious scratching sound coming from the flue of his pot bellied stove in the den, which had to be investigated right then. Noel was fast asleep and Mary told Mossy to ring back later. Moss interpreted ‘later' to mean ‘immediately' and rang back straight away! Of course, by this time Noel WAS awake and rather than risk ANOTHER phone call he agreed to go over to Wilson Place to investigate. Sure enough, after having to go home again to get a drill, and removing all the rivets from the flue, they freed one very distressed possum. They deposited him safely in Moss' beloved bush garden.
Moss loved native fauna and flora and would tolerate no imported floral interlopers in his garden. At one stage he was even President of the WA Wildflower Society; amongst other things, this entailed conducting wildflower tours for unsuspecting tourists. Motivated by an altruistic desire to entertain rather than disappoint these people, Mossy was even known on occasion to have fabricated a very impressive botanical name when memory eluded him! He loved the view over the valley from his balcony; Simone Collette's family gave him a great gift when they photographed that panorama and recreated it in his hospital room. Together with photos of a regal bush kangaroo and his stained glass from his oratory, they gave Moss great beauty, peace and comfort in his final weeks.
Lunches and dinners at Mossy's were fabulous affairs, usually lasting into the early hours of the morning. This was guaranteed if a roast was on the menu; he wouldn't even begin to cook until at least 9 o'clock so you'd always expect to remain hungry for some hours! You could never be sure who would be there – often wonderful mixtures of people. Guests both invited and uninvited would be welcomed and made to feel at home- even if they destroyed furniture. At one legendary dinner, at which I believe Sue and Nigel Miles were present, a guest needed to avail himself of the facilities. Apparently as he reached up to pick up the leach drain appeal pot from the windowsill, he dropped it. Unfortunately Mossy's Royal Doulton was not up to the task and shattered into a million pieces around him! On hearing the sound all the guests, including Moss, crowded into the laundry. The unfortunate guest opened the toilet door - and a flood of water and porcelain rushed out! When the laughter subsided, dinner continued. Thereafter guests were required to adjourn for relief to Carol and Richard Gate's place next door. Moss later told me, he had expected that everyone would take their leave after the lavatory drama, but no, they were having too much fun. The plumber came and fixed it later, leaving a note saying, “Don't crap till Tuesday!”
Three well-loved, beautiful and exotic cats shared Mossy's abode. He always ascribed amazing talents, spirituality and intelligence to them. They were unfailingly snooty and upper class and were named accordingly – Sir Breadseat Bart, The Lady Loveday and latterly Kradode (which means ‘leaping' in Thai). Russell Payne's beautiful photo of Mossy with Kradode is here with us today. The cats were in fact the masters or mistresses of the house. Sir Breadseat Bart was quite particular about when he was fed in the mornings. Usually Mossy had been up late and was keen to sleep in. Sir Breadseat had a strategy to solve this. Firstly he would jump on the bed and miaow. If this didn't work, he would tap Mossy on the face with his paw repeatedly. The last effort was always a winner. If all else failed, Sir Breadseat would jump up on the bookcase over his head and knock the books down on to his face one by one!
Mossy always had an incredible love of history. He had an amazing knowledge of family connections and community happenings and could talk for hours about how the original families in the southwest were related. He had a remarkable number of fascinating stories about first removed and second removed cousins of cousins! Of course Australia's history was intimately connected with Great Britain and the British monarchy. Moss was a staunch royalist and would play his old 78 vinyl of the coronation of King George VI to any new, unsuspecting visitor to his Gooseberry Hill seat. In fact if you'd been at Mossy's house this morning, you would have seen both the Australian and Western Australian flags, raised by Peter Adamson, flying at half mast from the flagpole in Mossy's honour.
Mossy's home was also full of history. His wonderful art collection adorned every available surface, and he celebrated the work of student and local community artists in particular. Every piece had a story and carried great meaning for him. Who else has an oratory and a personal collection of beautiful stained glass in their home? One of my favourites is an entertaining note penned by his plumber Terry Lindley which Moss had framed and hung. You'll have to ask Terry about the subject matter!
Moss loved to be naughty too and would never let accuracy stand in the way of a great embellishment. He used laughter to heal others in times of trouble. No matter how badly you felt or how large the problem, he could make you cry with laughter. What a wonderful man and what a great choice my mother made when she asked Moss to be my godfather.
During his final weeks in hospital, he was visited by a number of priests from many faiths and drew great comfort from them. When I asked Mossy about death, I should not have been surprised when he said he was excited about what was to come. He had prayed for and was given the time to farewell people. In fact he had so many visitors that his room was like Hay St Mall much to the astonishment of hospital staff. In the early days, bottles of whisky and red wine would be shared, always in proper glasses of course. Friends brought in wonderful food too, to tempt him. Moss was a night owl to the end and cherished the company of close friends through the long nights. He never lost his desire to teach either. Kristian Pritchett now knows how to play clock patience!
For all the laughter, wisdom, challenges, stories, compassion, understanding, time, guidance and love we thank him. To all of you who gave him sustenance in cards, letters, phone calls and visits during his last weeks, to the inspiring readers, the comforting foot massagers, to those who volunteered to be part of his overnight roster and those who were preparing to join his 24 hour roster, your love and care and generosity are a testament to the worth of this amazing man. Barry loved his life, his family and his friends but he was ready to leave this world. In true Mossy style, the last thing to pass his lips was a very fine 70-year-old port. Thank you Andrew.
We love you Mossy and we celebrate your life.
Amanda Louise Crisp
October 7, 2012
I'm listening to the Kookaburra's outside my window and fondly thinking of you Moss, with much love...your magic continues...thank you ;)
Fiona Crisp
October 6, 2012
Dear Moss,
You brought so much magic into our lives. We love you.
Brian and Maureen Crisp,
Anthea, Fiona and Amanda Louise
michael dearnley
October 4, 2012
Very sad loss, my best school teacher ever, Lesmurdie Primary, 1972/73. It was nice to meet Barry and get to know him in adult life, never a dull moment with Barry around, one of lifes characters.
'Kradode, you beautiful creature!"
October 3, 2012
Dearest Mossy, we love you and cherish all our wonderful memories together. A unique, funny, compassionate, generous, colourful, guiding, bright light has gone out in this world but we know you were excited about what was to come. We thank you for all the laughter and love and we miss you enormously. Berwyn, Jen and Dorothy
Steven Phoenix
October 2, 2012
Dear Mr Moss
To those who much is given much is expected and You have certainly given much to many thank u for so much forever fondly remembered God bless
October 2, 2012
To the wonderful Moss,
The years of knowing you were few, but each moment spent in your company was golden. Your life was a rich tapestry, woven with strands of knowledge, faith, wit, courage and generosity. It was a privilege knowing you and you will be missed.
Much love, Colin.
Mary-Ellen King
October 1, 2012
Thank you Moss, for your support, for wonderful times at your home and in Melbourne, and for the picture hanging. You're a legend. Mary-Ellen
Plaque kept by Moss' bedside in his last days
October 1, 2012
My heart is like a singing bird whose nest is in a watered shoot,
My heart is like an apple tree whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit,
My heart is like a rainbow shell, paddling in a halcyon sea…
Christina Rossetti
“My heart is gladder than all these
Because I've been counted amongst Moss' friends.”
October 1, 2012
My heart is like a singing bird whose nest is in a watered shoot,
My heart is like an apple tree whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit,
My heart is like a rainbow shell, paddling in a halcyon sea…
Christina Rossetti
“My heart is gladder than all these
Because I've been counted amongst Moss' friends.”
Moss, in profile, with god-daughter, Berwyn
October 1, 2012
Young Moss in vintage car
October 1, 2012
Moss, the adventurer
October 1, 2012
Young Moss
October 1, 2012
Moss with his beloved Kradode
October 1, 2012
Moss with Lesmurdie PS staff 1983
October 1, 2012
Moss on student excursion
October 1, 2012
Young Barry feeding the chooks
October 1, 2012
Cheeky Moss
October 1, 2012
Barry Moss
October 1, 2012
September 30, 2012
aaah Moss. I know that you know what im thinking right now.
Graeme
Ross Hamilton
September 30, 2012
We shall miss you greatly as a point of reference, both in Gooseberry Hill and our lives. May your love of beauty and the important things in life live on in all of us.
Ross and Elisa
October 4, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
Dear and irreplaceable friend. John and Marcia Gilmour (Cambodia) and our children.
October 4, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
Loving memories of the times you tried to teach me wisdom, worldliness and honour. Emily Gilmour.
October 3, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
A fine mind, caring heart, generous and lively spirit and a wonderful sense of humour.
Such a special man. Dorothy and Dennis
October 3, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
The Director and staff of Crisis Care are saddened by the passing of Barry whose invaluable contribution as a volunteer is fondly remembered. Deepest sympathy to the Moss family.
October 3, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
Remembered as a witty and erudite member of the Wild Flower Society WA and as an esteemed President 1969-1973.
Sincere condolences to all the family.
October 2, 2012
MOSS (Barry): To Moss, my close and dear friend.
Thank you for all the wonderful memories of the times we had together. Rest in peace. Ciao.
Love Garrick
October 2, 2012
MOSS (Barry): I will remember Barry with great affection as a friend, talented director and raconteur. RIP, dear Barry. Val Byford
October 2, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
He counted me amongst his friends... and my cup runneth over with joy.
Jim Horton
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry): A wonderful tutor who became a friend. What a privilege it was to know you.
Brent (dec), Leonie, Max and Elliot.
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
A much respected teacher and friend to Progressive Home Tutors for 20 years.
Gary and Staff.
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
Deep sympathy to the Moss family and friends, from all our family. Aunty May and Barry were very helpful to us both. Joyce and Pearl McLeod in 1955. Goodbye Barry.
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry): Dear Mossy, with your fine mind literally to the death. You have been a much loved friend for many years. I will miss you enormously and fondly remember all the fun we had. Jane Walters
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry ): Dearest Mossy, we love you and cherish all our wonderful memories together. A unique, funny, compassionate, generous, colourful, guiding, bright light has gone out in this world, but we know you were excited about what was to come. Thank you for all the laughter and love; we miss you enormously.
Berwyn, Jen and Dorothy.
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry): Treasured friend for many years. We have many happy memories. The world will not be the same without you - you were one of a kind. Patricia, Fred, Michelle and Fiona.
October 1, 2012
MOSS (Barry ): To the best Tutor I could have ever asked for, such a remarkable man in so many ways. A pleasure to have known you.
Love Kaylee Western
September 29, 2012
MOSS (Barry ): Guildford Grammar School men salute Barry Maxwell Moss.
He was stout of heart and strong
"They laid him safe in his country's ground
His songs all sung and stories told
When the people turned from the new made mound
His grave was dusted with sunset gold."
From all Guildfordians mentored and guided over the years.
September 29, 2012
MOSS (Barry):
A new star dashed into the skies.. Mossy.. never forgotten my dearest cuss. R I P. Love, Ken Wildy
September 29, 2012
MOSS (Barry ): Barry Maxwell Moss died peacefully. Demonstrating the courage and fortitude encapsulated within the spirit of Hollywood's most distinguished soldiers, the man went with gallantry. He was a fantastic Australian to the core. Bravely he passed with the words of Harry Lawson foremost in his mind.
"Ten miles down Reedy River
A pool of water lies
And all the year it mirrors
The changes in the skies."
Barry we will remember the great times at your shanty on the rise.
Love and best wishes mate.
Phillippa, Peter, Georgina, Gabrielle, Juliette
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Honor a beloved veteran with a special tribute of ‘Taps’ at the National WWI Memorial in Washington, D.C.
The nightly ceremony in Washington, D.C. will be dedicated in honor of your loved one on the day of your choosing.
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Should I Send Sympathy Flowers?
What kind of arrangement is appropriate, where should you send it, and when should you send an alternative?
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What Should I Write in a Sympathy Card?
We'll help you find the right words to comfort your family member or loved one during this difficult time.
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Estate Settlement Guide
If you’re in charge of handling the affairs for a recently deceased loved one, this guide offers a helpful checklist.
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Obituaries, grief & privacy: Legacy’s news editor on NPR podcast
Legacy's Linnea Crowther discusses how families talk about causes of death in the obituaries they write.
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The Five Stages of Grief
They're not a map to follow, but simply a description of what people commonly feel.
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Obituary Examples
You may find these well-written obituary examples helpful as you write about your own family.
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Obituary Templates – Customizable Examples and Samples
These free blank templates make writing an obituary faster and easier.
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How Do I Write a Eulogy?
Some basic help and starters when you have to write a tribute to someone you love.
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