According to his wife Jill, the late John Scholes, pictured, loved horses, humans and hounds- possible in that order. He was born in Glen Innes to Margaret and Charles Scholes on December 17 1929 and passed away on April 2 2016.
JOHN Dean Scholes was born at Glen Innes on December 17 1929 to Charles and Margaret, better known as Charlie and Marj. ‘Dean’ being his mother’s maiden name.
He is survived by his wife Jill, daughter Helen, grand children Felix, Rose and Clancy, and sister June Morris.
His loves were horses, humans and hounds – possibly in that order.
And if someone kept him waiting they were not popular. In later years if his watch was not on his wrist, the whole place was turned upside down to find it. The same thing happened if his beloved Akubra was not on his head.
When it came to his school days, John was more of a gentleman than a scholar.But he soon learned the layout of Sydney whilst attending Newington College, and could not get back to the bush fast enough.
After a whirlwind romance, John’s lasting marriage was to Jill Gunthorpe in 1968 – the same day as Inverell Campdraft, which did not go down well with him or his mates.
A son, Graeme, was born in 1970 and soon after a daughter, Helen, in 1971. In 1980 the family excitedly moved to their own property at Warialda Rail.
The deterioration of John’s health meant that he eventually needed full time care.
He was moved to McLean Village at Inverell in 2008 – ironically, on the August 1, the so-called “horses’ birthday”.
At “Woodcourte”there are literally hundreds of ribbons, including some from the Sydney Royal Show.
John became a sought after judge of the above events, and served on many Show, Racing and Rodeo Committees, sometimes as president, earning life membership at Warialda.
John won the first race, and the last race, that he ever rode in.
He won so many “most successful jockey” whips during his 20 years Picnic Race riding, that he stopped accepting them.
If something was dangerous, he would do it hwever, he thought that races for cars or bikes were stupid.
Slowing down a bit, John joined in Light Horse re-enactments. He was always as well groomed as his horses, so he enjoyed polishing everything to ride in parades.
In 1997 they tragically lost their son andin the same year John sustained yet another serious brain injury, causing him to miss his adored daughter’s wedding day.
He rejoiced at the birth of his three precious grandchildren, who knew him as ‘Dar’.
Hehung on till the whistle went at the Warialda Hospital, where he resided for over three years.
God’s whip cracked on Saturday April 2 2016.
Here lies an ordinary man who has led an extraordinary lifeor maybe the other way round.
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