Bart Bear's Blog

We are a very sad family at the moment. My Pop, Dad's dad, died on Easter Sunday. He was 91 years old. I didn't know him very well because he lived at Ulmarra in northern NSW and this small bear only saw him when we visited him on our trips up that way. He liked to sit out under his favourite tree and talk to us there. Here he is with Dad and Uncle Bob on our 2003 visit. Uncle Bob died two years ago when he got stung by a batch of European wasps. Pop visited us in Canberra in 2005 and we took him all around the place. Here he is with his friend Josie and Mum and Dad at Tidbinbilla Deep-space Tracking Station. Pop liked telescopes. He helped Dad build his first one when Dad was in school (way back before my time). The last time I saw Pop was at his 90th birthday party. His cake had dancers on it because Josie and he were dance champions, even then. Pop liked balloons, just like I do, and he liked cows, just like Mum does. We will miss him.

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