A man of many words between Harry and and God he was always and forever a man with a heart and mind that spoke of the grace of receiving and the grace of giving . What a wonderful understanding Harry had of life . He had pathways not walked in mystery and his time on earth was spent well in seeds sewn for a bigger garden that this and from the seeds planted in faith and in action God was abl eto touch many necause Harry was there . I knew you but briefly on the Local radio Harry but ny memories of you are of wisdomswords and a heart that God knew well . Forever and always respectfully yours Paul McCann- Craic With Mc Irish Radio Highland Fm

Harry was the most inspirational of our broadcasters at Community Radio Station 2WKT, Bowral. Every Sunday night, Harry Graves conducted his own program, 'Reflections' which was based around an interview with a local identity. Harry asked his guest to talk, at length and in depth about their personal philosophy, their understanding of the word 'God', their experience of life and what they had learned of its meanings. Sometimes these people were of the cloth; local clergymen, nuns, pastors, priests - the Southern Highlands is richly supplied with churches and religious orders, with denominational schools and colleges. Sometimes they were community leaders, or persons whose achievements were of another kind - doctors, for example. Retired academics. Sometimes they were ordinary folk of retirement years older, and had time to reflect; the thoughtful, the insightful, the wise. Harry had met them somewhere, found that they had something to say and share, and brought them into the broadcast studio to share it. Harry would take a tape-recorder to those less mobile, or reluctant to visit a studio. The gentlest of men, and like the best interviewers (and clergymen!), the best of listeners, Harry coaxed them to tell their story and whatever message, however simple, they wanted to share. How I wish we had kept tapes of all these broadcasts! We were only a small station, with a small audience; they needed to be heard by more people. A most radiant and moving book could have been produced from the best of those 'Reflections' talks. But then, Harry Graves was one of the best of men, the most ecumenical, the most truly Christian and liberal of those of our broadcasters whose focus was a life of faith, altogether without ego or pugnacity. There are those who profess to be Christians, and those who quietly live a life devoted to that most difficult of tasks set us by Jesus himself. Harry Graves loved his fellow creatures, and wanted to know their story, and this became part of Harry's story. And for those who heard 'Reflections', Harry perhaps helped them discover a link among all human hearts, and that the people he spoke with on those quiet Sunday night, all were moving in their quiet way, along the many possible paths to God.

I knew Rev. Harry Graves for many years in his association with Community Radio Highland FM (2WKT) in Mittagong/Bowral NSW. Harry and Gwen, for so many years I cannot remember, presented a program about religion and life at 9am, every Sunday. REFLECTIONS was so popular with our audience. Harry used to come to me and say, Graham, I could not believe we had so many listeners. He would have bumped into a stranger, mentioned his name and they would tell him how much they enjoyed the program. This was the ever truly humble Harry. I think part of the charm in his program was that Harry interviewed all comers, religious or not. Everyone had a story about how they lived their life....something about 'love thy neighbour as thy self' I think would sum it up. Harry always showed genuine concern about anyone he met. He would often give me encouragement in may matters. We at Highland FM are saddened today in a somewhat selfish way. Even though Gwen and Harry had moved north to follow the sun, he remained a loyal friend to this station, contributing his wise words in columns in our news letter. Rev. Harry Graves, it has been a pleasure and privilege to have known you. Vale Harry, our friend. Graham Moir