Graeme William Smith

Smithie was the best prop in Australia. I know that because he told me often enough.

He was my prop for a year in Subbies and he was a class above all the other props. Smithie was also a terrific bloke and life was never dull when he was around.

Rest in peace, Smithie.

Such a great bloke gone too early.
I can’t believe Smithy was my accountant for 40 years.
He will be sadly missed

Smithy was a top fella around Gordon Rugby Club. I always enjoyed my chats with him at Chatswood Oval well beyond the playing days.
One of my best memories was when we were fundraising for the Colts Hawaii tour 1990, we did some sort of volunteering/security for the start of the City to Surf. We had to set up a human wall down that park below where Cook pool is now to stop the early cheating runners getting around the start and out onto William St. There’s Smithy, yelling “Don’t let the b*stards through!” while body checking these runners.
Vale Smithy.

Condolences to Alan, Trevor, Pam and families. I only just heard the shocking news about Smithy’s passing, so unfortunately missed the service. Smithy was my fellow classmate at Hawkesbury Ag. College in 1967/68. Of the 21 students in our year, 5 of us became great mates, known as “the group” by the others. The group was: Ian (tooly) Godfrey, Ron (dangler) Doolan, Robert (fred) Robertson, Graeme (the boy) Smith, and me (vanda). Smithy was the youngest, hence the boy, but by the end of 2 years he was almost the leader in many of the escapades and pranks we got up to. The nightly discussions about all things that mattered or not, were covered including his love for Bob Dylan (so glad to hear that at start of service). By the end of 1968, Smithy had his license and his first car, so along with Ron drove me back to my home town of Maffra Victoria, a great 2 week escapade. Over the years he and Ron made impulsive visits to catch up, and I caught up with him whenever I ventured north. During the 70’s Smithy called me each Xmas eve to wish a Merry Christmas, although this stopped as we drifted apart, it’s a wonderful memory of him I have each year. I think the last time we met in person was when we met at The MCG (was in his bucket list) with his cousin I think (Heather?), they were going to a family celebration down the Mornington Peninsula. Haven’t been able to contact him as phone no. and email became invalid, and was unaware he moved to Ballina until now. Always in my thoughts and heart, please contact me on vdohouse@bigpond.com if you feel up to it, would appreciate it