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Maryborough Clay Target Club - Queensland, Australia

Vale

Harry Walker

ACTA No 07324
11th November 1916
18th January 2006

Harry was a loyal member of Maryborough Clay Target Club for many years.

During the seventies and early eighties, while still a resident of Victoria, Harry was a winter visitor to the club when he and Leila came up to their holiday home in Hervey Bay.
After retirement Harry and Leila moved permanently to Hervey Bay and Harry became a member of the club on November 24th 1985. Members from those early days have fond memories of Harry on his hands and knees beside a trench, up to his armpits in mud, relocating the sewerage pipes at the club. Whenever there was a plumbing job to be done, Harry was there. He was pretty good at laying bricks too. As long as he was physically able he was always ready to lend a hand when there was work to be done.
Apart from shooting at Maryborough, Harry rarely missed a shoot at our neighbouring clubs. On the first Sunday of the month he was competing in Bundaberg and on the second Sunday in Gympie. Both these clubs will remember Harry for his support.
Harry was a quiet, unassuming man - a perfect gentleman and a sportsman with never a bad word to say about anyone.
When Harry was no longer able to work at the club, he thought about what contribution he could make to club improvements. The club was in the process of upgrading to automatic traps and one of them bears the engraved plate - "Harry's Trap - Donated to Maryborough Clay Target Club by Harry Walker, 2004".
Harry was awarded Life Membership of Maryborough Clay Target Club in November 2004 and although he will be sadly missed, his name will live on in the history of the club for ever.

Darrell King

ACTA No 23985
22nd October 1928
18th June 2007

The club lost a valued member and great friend when Darrell King lost his valiant battle with cancer on June 18th 2007.

A well-known Maryborough identity, Darrell joined the club in 1981 and was one of those treasured members, always there and always smiling, at meetings, shoots and when there was work to be done.
Those old White Flyer traps hummed under his care for many years and the day before a shoot you could be sure a familiar figure in blue overalls would be guiding his whipper-snipper around the grounds.
Members have fond memories of Darrell's skills, such as a shooter breaking a firing pin late one Saturday afternoon at practice, the day before a major competition, and Darrell going home and making one ready for the morning.
Shooting was a major part of Darrell's life and his dearest wish was to escape the clutches of C Grade - he almost made it a few times but sadly it was not to be. However he had a ton of fun trying.
Darrell's smiling face and Betty's cream scones were such welcome regulars at every shoot at Maryborough, with rarely a shoot missed in almost twenty-seven years.
His other love was motor-cycle riding and he did have a few months away from shooting in the 1980s when a motorist ran a red light and collected Darrell, leaving him with injuries which nearly ended his shooting days, but he wasn't having that and made an amazing come-back.

Nature's gentleman and sportsman, Darrell was well-respected and highly regarded by everyone who knew him and we will miss him.


Kevin Joseph Cullum
26th April 1935 - 7th February 2009

Kevin was not a shooter, but joined the club to support his grandsons, Luke and Glenn Wyatt. He became a valued club member and was tireless in his support of our Canteen Convenor, Dot, his wife of 50 years.

Kevin was born in Maryborough on Friday 26th April 1935 and married his sweetheart Dot in 1958. Together they raised a fine family and Kevin worked hard to ensure they lacked nothing. His sudden and unexpected death was a tragedy for the family and all who knew him.

His cheerful disposition and friendly manner endeared him to everyone and we do miss him.

The following poem was read at Kevin's funeral. He could be proud of the way he spent his 'dash':

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone from the beginning - to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth..
And now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.
Fot it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left (You could be at "dash midrange")
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real
And always try to understand the way other people feel
And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives like we've never loved before;
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy's being read, with your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?