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Margaret Anne Thompson
“A life full of love, laughter, and kindness that touched all who knew her.”
14 February 1938 – 22 August 2022
Bendigo, Victoria, Australia
Daughter of Harold and Evelyn Smith (née Wilson) and Sibling to James Smith and Patricia (Smith) Jones
Devoted wife to George Thompson and Mother of Elizabeth Harper and Alexander Charles
Adored Grandmother to Felix and Cora.
Margaret was born in Melbourne, Australia, in 1938. A devoted mother, grandmother, and friend, she spent her life caring for others, building community, and finding joy in the everyday.
She worked as a nurse for over 40 years, always with a warm smile and steady hands. She loved gardening, classical music, and never missed her afternoon tea.
Margaret married her beloved George in 1960, and together they raised two children, created a loving home, and travelled the world in retirement.
Her legacy lives on in the kindness she showed, the stories she told, and the hearts she touched.
Today we gather to celebrate the remarkable life of Margaret Thompson, a woman whose quiet strength and open heart shaped every person fortunate enough to know her.
Margaret was born in Melbourne in 1938, the youngest of three. Family stories tell of a little girl who insisted on bringing home every stray kitten she found and once attempted to “nurse” an injured magpie back to health with dollhouse bandages. Even then, her calling to care for others shone through.
As a teenager, Margaret was adventurous in her own thoughtful way. Friends remember the bicycle she named Daisy, which carried her to piano lessons, late-night milk bars, and early-morning swims at St Kilda Beach. She loved music, from the grand sweep of classical concertos to the lively rock ’n’ roll of the 1950s, and she was never afraid to hum along—sometimes off-key—while helping her mum bake scones.
In her early twenties, Margaret trained as a nurse, a career that would span more than four decades. Colleagues often said patients calmed the moment she entered a room. Her hands were steady in crisis, her voice soft but certain.
In 1960, she met and married the love of her life, George. Their courtship was simple and sweet, long walks through Fitzroy Gardens, letters slipped under doors, and the famous picnic where George’s homemade lemonade exploded before they’d even uncorked it. Together they raised two children in a house filled with music, books, and the smell of Margaret’s lemon drizzle cake. Saturday mornings meant gardening side by side, Margaret in her wide-brimmed hat, George pretending not to notice when she replanted his “crooked rows.”
Retirement opened a new chapter of adventure. Margaret and George traveled widely; riding canal boats in Amsterdam, watching the Northern Lights in Norway, but friends say her favorite moments were still the small ones: sipping tea at twilight on their back porch, listening to the cicadas sing.
After George’s passing, Margaret’s resilience was quietly inspiring. She became the center of a widening circle, grandchildren, neighbors, new friends from her gardening club. She never missed her daily walk, rain or shine, and she never missed a chance to check on someone else. Her grandchildren recall her tradition of “story tea,” when she’d pour out a pot and share tales of her childhood kittens or that mischievous bicycle named Daisy.
Margaret leaves behind not just her children and grandchildren, but a legacy of kindness, steadiness, and joy in the everyday. She taught us that a simple cup of tea can mend a tired spirit, that listening can heal as much as speaking, and that love, patient, steadfast love, is life’s greatest work.
As we remember Margaret today, may we honor her not only with our words but in our actions: in the gardens we tend, the neighbors we check on, and the stories we share around our own tables.
Thank you, Margaret, for a lifetime of quiet grace and unwavering love. Your warmth lives on in every heart you touched.
Visitors to Margaret’s resting place can scan the QR code on her gravestone to visit this memory page anytime.
Cemetery Memorial Location Details: Murray Pines Cemetery Memorials, Plot info: MP-Lawn X-XXX
Margaret’s funeral live stream can be viewed here.
This memory page is dedicated by Margaret’s Children.
