In 1962, my 76 year old dad, John Thomas Jones, the very kind and gentle and very well regarded in the Gundagai community, grandson of John Treanor, was attacked for no valid reason by 42 year old Jack Goodsall and Goodsall's 15 year old son. Goodsall was a drunken gambler. My dad was punched and kicked and severely injured hitting the right side of his head on our hardwood, wooden door step. My dad refused medical help as he had a business and a 10 year old and 13 year old children. My dad had a seizure in front of me at 6.30am on 27 June 1962, was taken to hospital and died early on 28th June 1962. I'd been getting up when my dad did, knowing he was not well, and I used to light the open fire in the kitchen and make him tea and toast to have after he returned from lighting our cordial factory boiler. I was my dad's "cobber' as he called me and I very, very close to him from birth. H etook me to work with him daily till I started school and he had trained me up to make the drinks at his cordial factory after Peter Y embezzled the factory of a very large amount of money in 1960 and was sacked, and had given me the recipes. When my dad went to hospital my mum was told by the local GP, Gerry Dalton, that my dad may have had a coronary occlusion. The local paper that day said though he had had a stroke that my mum disputed to me when I bought the paper home. The undertaker was not going to bury my dad as the GP refused to sign a death certificate. Then the undertaker decided he would bury my dad after the local accountant, Cliff Butcher, rang him. My dad was duely buried. Jack Goodsall and his family were never held to account for the murder of my dad. The 6 Goodsalls who lived next door to us were all involved in that murder. The very jealous about everything my family did such as going to Sydney to see our aunts once a year, three girls came to the fence slinging off that my dad was 20 years older than my mum and that we were "filthy" because of that after they had been visited by a Smith relative. My dad was actually 22 years older than my mum, not 20 years. My sister and her best frioend, Sue B, and myself were outside eating slices of jelly and cream, sponge cake my mum had just cooked. The friend of my sister said after the sling off about my parents "Never mind Marcia at least your mum didn't go having babies before she was married". My sister said to her friend, "Lets go down to your place for a while", so off they went. The mother of that disgusting violent Goodsall family came to the fence after the three jealous girls ran in to tell her what my older sister's friend had said, wanting to know of me what was said - then her drunken gambling slob of a husband came to our front door with his son a couple of hours later, and attacked my dad. The information about Rita Smith/Goodsall having had a child to someone before she was married, did not come from my home as my parents were not gossips. I didn't know about it. My sisters best friend was the daughter of one of Jack Goodsalls best friends, Bob B. Bob B and Goodsall were Gundagai Shire Council employees. So, my dad was buried. Probate of his will had not been granted several months later so I sent my mum to the solicitors to demand that probate be granted. My Mum came back with a copy of my dad's will. Probate was granted after the accountant Cliff Butcher, signed the death certificate. In 2010 I realised that the full probate papers were available and sent for a copy of them from NSW Records. In those probate papers was the truth of my dad's murder and that he had died of a cerebral haemorrhage which fits exactly with the left hand side of his face having dropped as he sat in a chair before the ambulance arrived at my home. This fits with the terrible injury to the RHS of my dad's temple suffered after 42 year old Jack Goodsall gave my 76 year old dad one last almighty punch that sent my dad into our front door step. Jack Goodsall is now dead. I inherited my childhood home so still live here. It is where my dad wasd attacked and where I last saw him after he collapsed in front of me that morning. The house is better than it used to be as I am always slowly renovating. My family may have had a cordial factory but they were not 'rich' at all so our house was very basic and in need of a lot of work. Its looking really good now inside but still more to do. Johneen Treanor Jones (McCabe) - Gundagai
