His golf club membership started at Terrace Station and was a regular player right up until he reached his nineties.

 

Life Member sometime after 1997

Patron from 2004

 

At the start of each season Gerry tee’d the first ball off resplendent in his Hororata blazer on the No. 1 tee, even at the age of 90. Shortly after, because of Gerry’s health, he was unable to continue this task.

 

 

Gerry retained his beloved Massey Fergusson tractor from his farming days and willingly helped any neighbour or assisted any community project without having to be asked twice.

helping the green keeper with approved projects and some that were not. If Gerry thought a task needed doing he did it.

 

Gerry was a contributor to many community organisations in the area such as the fire brigade and the local school. He had a deep seated interest in lapidary and was a foundation member of the Canterbury society. What he didn’t know about mineral deposits in the Malvern area wasn’t worth knowing. Even geologists from Bathhurst mining sought his local knowledge. His garage was a rock hounds dream.

 

If you were a neighbour, or about Queen Street at 10 am any morning, you took a seat at the table for morning tea. All the problems in the area were supposedly solved then.

 

In the later years at golf Gerry used a golf buggy. On one of his last rounds approaching 90 years of age the buggy ran out of juice. Not to be outdone and spoil his round he headed back to the car park for a replacement buggy. That happened to be his aging red 80’s Holden station waggon that was obtained to finish the round till the grumpy secretary of the day indicated it was inappropriate to carry on.

 

Gerry Brown was certainly a character and an old identity. He will be sorely missed.