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in memory of

Thelma Finn

Thelma Finn


Thelma June Finn

(nee Suckling)

26.8.1926 – 12.10.2020


Sister to Ronald, Audley, Reginald, Irene and Joyce (all dec).


Loved wife of Harry Raymond Finn (dec) for 55 years.

Mother to Laraine and Pamela.

Mother in law to Ian and Julien.

Loved Nanna to Eugene and Raoul, and their partners Sarah and Mo.

Dear Great-grandmother (Nanna Thelma) to Edith and Harry.


Thelma was cared for by the exceptional staff at Penhall Hostel, Castlemaine Health and the dedication of Dr Louisa Hope.


She will be missed

Rest in peace

Privately cremated


4 responses to “Thelma Finn”

  1. Shannon Uren - Penhall says:

    Thelma was a much loved and valued member of our Penhall family. She will be missed by all.

  2. Danni Moore says:

    I always enjoyed time spent with Thelma – her highly observant nature, her political beliefs and ethical values, her feistiness, her sharp wit, the way she was always up with the latest news and current affairs and her pride in her family.
    Thinking of you, Laraine and Pam, and your families as you navigate this time.

  3. Rosalind Foo says:

    Mrs. Finn was a wonderful, caring and kind person.
    She treated me like her daughter when I was boarding with her family in Oakleigh.
    I will always remember her kindness and cheerful smile.

    May she Rest in Peace!!

    From Rosalind

  4. Pamela Renard says:

    Sea Fever

    By John Masefield

    I must go down to the seas again, the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
    And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

    I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gulls way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

    Mum was raised in Port Melbourne and had a lifelong love of the ocean and the romance of the tall ships. We thought Mum would appreciate this poem.

    Rest in peace Mum. Xx
    Laraine and Pamela

Funeral Details

At the request of the family, a private service was held.