Van Doeland, Janice Lillian Hilda “nee Heckendorf” -
Passed away peacefully at Murray House Wentworth on September 6, 2020, aged 75 years. Loving partner of Tony Jewell(dec). Loving mother of Richard and Kharon. Adored Grandma of Leah, Tiffany, Lachlan and Mathilda.
Family and friends of Janice are welcome to attend her Graveside Funeral Service at the Wentworth Lawn Cemetery, Monday September 14, 2020 at 10.00am.
The web streaming of Janice’s funeral service will be available to view via our archival service on Monday September 14, 2020 at 3pm using PIN: 1408
Tributes
Ben Van Doeland
Thank you Janice for being an excellent wife for such a long time, and for your love and care towards the children and grandchildren. Rest in Peace.
Wes Ellis
MEMORIES OF MY AUNTY JAN by Wes
This is for my Aunty Jan, she is my second Mum
Whenever we went to Neurie Plains, the relatives would also come
On the Bogan River where the water seldom flows
A river gauge on the internet, where the river level shows
Seventeen miles south on the Tottenham Road we would often travel
First right after a left hand bend, where the bitumen turns to gravel
I close my eyes as I open the gate and hear its dry creaking sound
Everyone’s at the old homestead on that hallowed ground
Memories of feeding potty lambs, powdered milk inside a bottle
Motorcycles sliding sideways, white knuckles on full throttle
More memories of the dry heat shimmering on the plains
Then the welcome relief of those sometimes flooding rains
The heartache of the clean up and washing out the mud
Until “Neurie” got a levy bank to hold back the rising flood
Winter’s cold is lambing time; Summer’s sunburn and fly strike
So we round them towards the shearing shed on the motorbike
Marking, crutching, wigging and plunge-dipping sheep
Always so much to do, we never had time to sleep
Crops to plant, we hope they grow and finally a good yield
A full time job just shooting pigs out there in the field
Be alert, be observant, and let’s not make mistakes
The only good spider is a dead spider and that also applies to snakes
Collecting eggs from broody hens, not my favourite task
We did what we were told to do, all Grandma did was ask
Grandma’s poison cart with a drum full of pollard
With meat scraps stirred through so the dogs had something solid
Farm machinery where it stops that’s where it will stay
Until parts become available or else it eventually rusts away
Then with all the grandkids at Christmas on the great room floor
Like giant grubs in sleeping bags from back verandah to front door
Waking to the 6:00am ABC news, that’s how each day begun
First breakfast, sometimes lunch, with dinner well after the setting sun
We’re still awake at midnight, we all run on “Neurie” time
Another drink of Soda Stream, “hey who drank all the lime?”
Seldom a cross word spoken because we all belong
While someone peddles the pianola and others sing along
Grandma and Grandfather’s 50th anniversary, the best of many weekends
Where not only were we family but also best of friends.
I love you Aunty Jan. You are in my heart and thoughts all the time.
P.S. Say hi to my Mum and Dad when you get to the gates of the New Jerusalem, get fitted for a set of wings, and then you can catch up with friends and family once more.
P.P.S. Yodeling angels and line-dancing don’t really go hand in hand but, hey, that’s what they are going to get! I can see it now – a choir of yodeling, boot-scooting angels in cowboy hats led by a smiling Janice practicing for a chance to take out the trophy at the karaoke challenge at Lucifer’s Tavern next Friday night.
Wes x