I'll always remember her as Mrs Wagstaff. She was always such a refined and dignified lady that even in my adult years I could not come to call her by her given name of Rita. I first met Mrs Wagstaff in my teens when I went to her home in Ashfield with her daughter Moira. What struck me about Rita Wagstaff was her absolute devotion to her family. She took great pride in them and was meticulous about supporting them in every aspect of their lives. I clearly remember her devotion to the care of her elderly father who was living with Albert and Rita and their children. She always welcomed me into her home and took an interest in what was happening in my life. Nothing was a bother. I particularly recall a time that she offered comfort when my own mother was very sick. In later years, when I visited Moira in her home it always amazed me that Mrs Wagstaff, although becoming frail, was still the same elegant and positive lady that I first met many years beforehand.