One of my earliest memories of Ken and Marie in Rosewood was Ken's brass doctors plate on his front fence. I would see it every day walking to school and admire its shiny appearance and often feeling its smoothness and engraved letters as I idled by. I remember Ken and Maries friendship with Mum and Dad which endured until the last year or so. Dad and Ken had an active interest in politics. Their friendship survived their going separate ways politically after the Labour split. I remember Ken's delight when I told him I was going to study Medicine. But mostly I remember going on a couple of home visits with him on one occasion when I had called into to see him in Liverpool. Ken was the same gentle caring doctor I remembered from my childhood an ongoing inspiration for my subsequent career in general practice. He is still remembered kindly in Rosewood. The Bennett family extend their prayers to you all. Terry Bennett

I feel honoured and blessed to have had such a wonderful man as my father. Always so calm. Always so honest and compassionate. Always loyal and full of wise words and love. Along with dearest Mum, he is one of my greatest heroes. A strong light in the darkness of a changing world. Always giving generously and without judgement. A man who taught us all the power of honesty, family and of education and the written word. He also taught us all to value golden moments in literature, theatre, film and human folly. Thanks Dad, for giving me the love of books and of knowledge, for taking me and Beth to our first pantomines, for giving us books every Christmas and to sharing with me your love of music and film. And for giving me a loving home with you and Mum, as my beacons of love, family and support. Love you. Miss you.

I am a very lucky woman indeed- 57 years of Dad's love, wisdom, integrity and joy. I treasure the affectionate letters he wrote after my move to Canada in 1984. I remember the unhurried long distance phone calls, Dad's 5 wonderful holidays here with dear Mum, the joy of my returns to Perelandra, his love of life, kindness and humour. In Dad's own words: "Oceans of Love".

I have so many fond memories of my times spent with Grandpa, discussions about work, life and of course movies. One of my most favourite memories is being at Liverpool as a young girl & Grandpa coming home from the surgery to have lunch and bringing me a video treat which introduced me to the magical world of The Wizard Of Oz. Thank you so much for all of the wisdom, love, great times and life that you shared with us all Grandpa it will be remembered forever.

That face, so much like my late Mother's, reminds me of the love, laughter and counsel from such a mentor, Uncle Ken. I am so pleased to have inherited the musical and theatrical loving gene from this side of my family, and Uncle Ken was always a wealth of knowledge on that score. I will always cherish the happy, and sometimes sad times that I spent with him. In particular, the many happy times at their Liverpool home, Ettalong, New Lambton, Williamtown, Branxton and Ashtonfield, with Mum and Dad. Affectionately, Fran

I will always cherish the memories of our talks about Shakespeare and theatre. When I was a young teenager, studying Shakespeare at school, Grandpa was a wonderful sounding board about character study and plot devices of these classic works. He had a real understanding of the arts and an appreciation of the written word. I now have on my bookshelf Grandpa's 'Everyman's Library' collection of Shakespeare's works as a reminder of those lovely talks.

“As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death”- Leonardo DaVinci. Here’s to the memory of Ken Rawle (12/10/1923 – 15/11/2011) – a wise, compassionate and generous man who showed unfailing loyalty to his family and to the many people whose lives he touched. I am proud to have had him as a father and I hope I can carry his legacy with dignity and courage. Thanks Dad, “Go well umfundisi”