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It is a first-rate moral dilemma. All these great ones from the Taree Old Bar Surf Club. How are we going to look them in the eye now? John and Margaret Pryor. Bruce Yarad. Bevan and Carolyn Weiley. Evil ‘Hammy’ White. Scare Everingham. It is going to be extremely difficult. A little history first. As a teenager, this correspondent was an active member of the Taree Old Bar Surf Club. Forced to join us by Doug Ferguson, we have had three golden summers with the big club. Doug and Bob Annetts were the instructors of our bronze medalist team during the reel, line and belt era. We still have the locket somewhere on Struggle Street. We spent the Christmas holidays in the surf club, which was only partially built at the time for reasons we can’t remember now, although we think the coalition federal government may have been faulty, naturally enough, by showing that certain things do not change. . They were heady days. Most weekends we would pile into Joe Cordner’s ute and head north or south to take part in surf carnivals, Joe with his sons Chris and Greg up front, until five of us in the back while towing the surf boat. The beautiful surf boat sweep was Joe. Not really a navigator, as it has already taken us seven hours to get from Taree to Port Macquarie. (We had a few stoppages. You could do things like that in the late 1970s). In between, we were immersed in all the politics of being in a surf club. However, when friends left for jobs or to go to college (although few of them went to college, we didn’t hang out with the more cerebral people), we walked away. of surf club life. But over the decades that followed, we always maintained an interest in everything that was going on at the club. Well we even had our pic in the clubhouse for a while until the renovations started this year. So this is where it gets difficult. We joined the Crowdy Head Surf Club. Quickly, we add, it is somehow linked to the family. But nonetheless, we will soon be a paying member of Crowdy. We certainly won’t be doing patrols or anything like that. It will be a great relief to those frequented by Crowdy Beach who rely on the Surf Club for their safety. We certainly won’t all go Tony Abbott and strut around parakeet smugglers. Again, much to the relief of the beach going public. However, we will be a card carrying the Crowdy Head Surf Club member even though the reason we left the ship is totally selfless. So, probably starting this Sunday, we’ll be heading to Crowdy in our new capacity. Deep down, we’ll always be an Old Bar Boy. We hope our many friends at Old Bar will be both understanding and forgiving.
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It is a first-rate moral dilemma.
All these great ones from the Taree Old Bar Surf Club. How are we going to look them in the eye now? John and Margaret Pryor. Bruce Yarad. Bevan and Carolyn Weiley. Evil ‘Hammy’ White. Scare Everingham.
It is going to be extremely difficult. A little history first. As a teenager, this correspondent was an active member of the Taree Old Bar Surf Club.
Forced to join us by Doug Ferguson, we have had three golden summers with the big club. Doug and Bob Annetts were the instructors of our bronze medalist team during the reel, line and belt era. We still have the locket somewhere on Struggle Street.
We spent the Christmas holidays in the surf club, which was only partially built at the time for reasons we can’t remember now, although we think the coalition federal government may have been faulty, naturally enough, by showing that certain things do not change. .
They were heady days. Most weekends we would pile into Joe Cordner’s ute and head north or south to take part in surf carnivals, Joe with his sons Chris and Greg up front, until five of us in the back while towing the surf boat.
The beautiful surf boat sweep was Joe. Not really a navigator, as it has already taken us seven hours to get from Taree to Port Macquarie. (We had a few stoppages. You could do things like that in the late 1970s).
In between, we were immersed in all the politics of being in a surf club. However, when friends left for jobs or to go to college (although few of them went to college, we didn’t hang out with the more cerebral people), we walked away. of surf club life.
Crowdy Head Surf Club has a new member, even though he is an Old Bar Boy at heart.
But over the decades that followed, we always maintained an interest in everything that was going on at the club. Well we even had our pic in the clubhouse for a while until the renovations started this year.
So this is where it gets difficult. We joined the Crowdy Head Surf Club.
Quickly, we add, it is somehow linked to the family.
But nonetheless, we will soon be a paying member of Crowdy. We certainly won’t be doing patrols or anything like that. It will be a great relief to those frequented by Crowdy Beach who rely on the Surf Club for their safety.
We certainly won’t all go Tony Abbott and strut around parakeet smugglers. Again, much to the relief of the beach going public.
However, we will be a Crowdy Head Surf Club membership card even though the reason we left the ship is totally selfless.
So, probably starting this Sunday, we’ll be heading to Crowdy in our new capacity.
Deep down, we’ll always be an Old Bar Boy.
We hope our many friends at Old Bar will be both understanding and forgiving.
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