Owen’s children Gillian and husband Pete, Merilyn and Husband Ian and Jamie and his wife Louisa organised the event and Owen’s grandchildren Thomas, Owen, Georgi, Matthew, Hayley and her friend Tom looked after us with food and drinks all night. Owen’s oldest grandchild Abbey sent from Monash University (where she was tied up with exams) a lovely video message. Louisa was the M.C for the night and a poem written about Owens life was read by its author Barbie Gooding.
He came into the world with a mop of black curly hair
They named baby 3, OWEN DOUGLAS DARE
Thus branded with those initials ODD, spells odd
He was bound to grow into quite an unusual bod!
He has many endearing, quirky ways
Always ready with a yarn of the good old days
His dear old Dad claimed he was accident prone
Lucky though to escape with hardly a broken bone.
Damned lucky he was born with a mighty thick head
Survived a prank with a railway truck, fell on him, heavy as lead
One family outing he was in big trouble for mucking about
“ Next time I take you out, I’m leaving you at home” his Dad did shout.
He went off to Albany High for five years
Undoubtedly enjoyed a few illegal beers.
A trusted cadet, with keys to the Q gun store
Took his mates off shooting, totally breaking the law.
His first girlfriend, under her charms he quickly fell
But, met her inside the flicks, couldn’t pay for her as well
Off to Muresk to study farming among other things
Met lots of good mates, had a few flings
Worked in a bank for a while as a teller
But really he was a true blue farming fella
He met gorgeous Liz at a Twenty First
Into her life he suddenly burst.
Showed her his party trick after plenty of beer & wine
Swinging round & round, on the brand new rotary line
Her friend had tied his shoe laces together
Funny, he couldn’t walk, very under the weather
Lucky Liz had met her handsome Mr Right
Turned out to be their very special night.
At Bocal they began their married life
Liz soon became the perfect farming wife.
Along came Jill, then Merrilyn, 2 gorgeous girls
Then Jamie, so cute with his dimples & curls.
They raised their 3 kids on Dum Dum Farm
Built a new house full of old world charm.
Owen devoted much of his life to community needs
Committees, working bees & performing many good deeds
Served on the Shire, sat in the President’s chair
Joined the Freemasons in their secret lair
He’s life member of golf & bowling clubs, Freeman of the Shire
JP, Landcare, audits books, he just never seems to tire
But he’s also had time for holidays, parties, fun & mucking up
Singing & dancing, not getting home before the sun came up
With Grays, Scott’s & Goodings travelled overseas
Camping trips with family & Sucrews, outback under trees
He used to grizzle & moan about his kids
In no hurry to present him with any grandkids
Then suddenly it went from none to six
Now he could finally boast, take plenty of pics
He’s mighty proud of his very own crew
A wonderful lot, his very unbiased view
Owen turns 80 on this, the shortest day of the year
So raise your glasses, toast him with a beer
And plenty of cheer.
Peom by Barbie Gooding