Last month I lost a friend. When I met Audrey Smith less than ten years ago she lived in one of the Wharekaka Villas. There was at least a generation between us but that made no difference to a blossoming friendship based on the love of gardens, conversation and books! Audrey’s sharp intuitive mind, zest for life and her delightful sense of humour [hopefully] reflected mine and became an ongoing inspiration to me.
I think her move into Wharekaka itself was not easy for her, but Audrey soon made her room there elegant and almost always adorned with flowers. She always welcomed visitors to indulge in some serious conversation or a good laugh – usually both.
Audrey belonged to our monthly Book Group and up until last year was regularly writing a review or two to share with the rest of us. A little story … one of our meetings coincided with Queen’s Birthday Monday: I somewhat jokingly suggested we all wear something appropriate. Audrey was unwell that day and couldn’t attend, so I popped in to see her afterwards and there she was sitting up in bed, beautifully attired in her nightie and a string of pearls!
Audrey was nearly 100 years old when she died. I think about her surviving through two World Wars, the Great Depression, having two marriages, bringing up a daughter, many shifts of house, and finally, failing health. Yet this lovely lady was always cheerful and great to share time with. I will miss her, but the inspiration remains.
Farewell, my good friend.
