John McCormack 9 July 1935 – 16 November 2021
9 July 1935 – 16 November 2021Click here to view
I will always be grateful to Uncle John for teaching me to drive a tractor and for not leaving me in the paddocks after closing gates even though it was funny to pretend. I will also never forget his warmth and sense of humour in the face of how hard he worked and the bloody hard things he did. I am glad we didn't put Red Ned near the fire (as I was told was my best option for having a hot dog when I enquired as a seven or eight year old), and I will always cherish the warmth I felt any time I visited the farm, or saw John generally. I suspect I don't know the half of what John did for those around him, but I do no he was a very good man, and a very great role model, and I am grateful to have known him. He will be sorely missed, especially by those of us who didn't spend enough time with him.
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Jane Barrett (Keogh)
Hi Tom, Mary & Jack, I am so, so sorry that your beloved Dad has finally passed away. He put up a good fight, as did your Mum. I have so many fond memories of visiting all of you at Yea, and all of those memories bring a smile to my face. You were blessed to have such wonderful parents for so long. Paul used to talk about John with such love, admiration and joy. And I know John was devastated when he passed on so young. Our son Nick is named after John, that is how important your Dad was to both Paul and me. The only good thing right now is that your parents are finally re-united. I trust they are having a good catch up together. John has a lot of family to welcome him into the next stage of his life. You were raised to weather whatever hardship came your way, and I know that fighting McCormack spirit will help see you through this tough time. All my Love, Jane
Jane Barrett (Keogh)
Dear John, I loved spending time with you up at the farm. I will never forget our various adventures in the ute. Looking out through the passenger window as you climbed up the highest hill on the farm, wondering if we would make it up there, or roll down sideways. My anxious glance at you would see a slight smile on your face, as you were enjoying the joke of trying to get a reaction from me. I would know we were safe but you were enjoying pretending that we were not. I often smile thinking of you and the many times you tried to trick me into eating "sultanas" under the wool-shed, riding the ex-race horse in the front paddock that was "perfectly safe" to hop onto, or one of the bulls. I remember vividly your warmth, love, kindness, generosity and overwhelming sense of fun. You and Margaret were a fantastic, happy, productive team and I am so happy that you are finally re-united with her. All my love. Jane