What reminds you of those who have passed on !
Submitted: Tuesday, Mar 15, 2016 at 11:12
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Robin Miller
Over the weekend our good friend Ian
Cook "Cookie" died when a freak gust of wind took down his ultra-light at Yarawonga.
He was quite a character and often the subject of my posts here like for example when his new camper sheared a stub axle coming down the steep drive into
Talbotville, and rather than be late, he dropped his silver BT-50 down a gear and dragged the camper into
camp where apon his mates re-welded the axle in a fine example of a "Bush Fix" (post 90980)
He would always be out in front, the first to tackle a big
hill, but you had to keep and eye on him, else he would inevitably take the wrong turn at the next
junction.
Whether it was up the
Hay river when it was new, or trail bike riding in the Simpson he was always in for an adventure.
This year his wish was to fly his Arrow ultra-light across the Simpson and we had volunteered to be ground crew.
Somehow he had even figured out how to pack the plane inside his "Work and Play" van.
He leaves behind a wife, two sons and many friends.
But my question was what will you remember a friend by ?
Cookie would often be solo on a trip but always carried two big fridges, one full of ice-creams.
After a big hot climb like up Billy Goats, there he would be, already parked and offering everybody "DrumSticks"
RIP Cookie.

Cookie
Reply By: Member - Paul B (WA) - Sunday, Mar 20, 2016 at 12:35
Sunday, Mar 20, 2016 at 12:35
I think "
Camp-fire" by Claude Morris pretty much nails it.
Do you remember the
camp-fire's light,
And the yarns that were told when you gathered at night?
The shadows that merged when the sun went to bed,
After painting the rim of the heavens with red?
The moon and the stars, so close and so clear,
Gilding the leaves of the trees growing near?
The scent of the earth, and the smoke as it rose -
The quiet and peace of the bush in repose?
The faces you saw in the
camp-fire's glow -
Most now are gone where the old-timers go;
But they stay in your thoughts, in a place set apart,
Where you keep all your treasures - deep down in your heart.
And when the time comes when you have to pass on,
To overtake those that have already gone,
Perhaps you will find at the close of your day,
A
camp-fire gleaming to show you the way;
And there you'll rejoin the old friends that you knew,
Keeping a
seat by the campfire for you.
To all my old
camp fire mates, RIP
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