True gen­tle­man of Childers

Childers man syn­ony­mous with the Isis re­gion

Isis Town and Country - - Front Page - - Wayne Hei­drich

EVEN at the oc­ca­sion of his fu­neral, John Bunn re­minded us all of his pas­sion for his­tory and sense of oc­ca­sion.

John’s “con­veyance” into the af­ter­life was a rus­tic cof­fin of his own de­sign con­structed of tim­bers grown on his own property.

That pretty well summed up the con­nec­tion John had with the place of his birth and his de­sire to take el­e­ments of it with him at the time of his death.

The sight of John’s hand­crafted cof­fin with his bat­tered hat, a wooden fish­ing reel and weath­ered and worn cane knife han­dle sit­ting atop cer­tainly caused me to smile.

While the eu­logy de­liv­ered by Vince Mun­gomery cap­tured the years and achieve­ments of John, you had to have met the man to un­der­stand what a spe­cial kind of hu­man be­ing he was.

I got to know John be­fore en­ter­ing Ro­tary, when he was the driv­ing force be­hind the es­tab­lish­ing of the Isis District His­tor­i­cal So­ci­ety and I owned the lo­cal news­pa­per.

He ab­so­lutely rev­elled in the his­tory of our re­gion and was of­ten the “per­suader” who got an old school build­ing, cane­cut­ters cot­tage and nu­mer­ous bits and pieces from a by­gone era gath­ered to­gether at what is now the lo­cal his­tor­i­cal vil­lage.

He loved his property, took ex­cep­tional pride in his farm­ing abil­ity and must be con­sid­ered as a “pioneer” in the lo­cal macadamia in­dus­try.

Be­fore the rav­ages of Parkin­son’s im­pacted so

❝ John was a gen­tle­man with a strong sense of jus­tice and fair play.

heav­ily on his life, John de­lighted in his long as­so­ci­a­tion with Ro­tary.

Many of us were lucky to share some time at his home on the Isis River dur­ing Ro­tary out­ings at Bux­ton.

John was a gen­tle­man with a strong sense of jus­tice and fair play.

He was ex­cep­tion­ally proud of his fa­ther’s war record and the amaz­ing sto­ries he told of his First World War ex­ploits.

There were nu­mer­ous sto­ries gen­er­ated by and about John over the years.

I well re­call the in­ci­dent when a huge car­pet snake was loose in the lounge room of John’s home and he was div­ing around try­ing to catch it. Dorothy reck­ons he was about as ag­ile as a bull in a china shop.

Any­one who was at our Valen­tine’s Day cel­e­bra­tion in Fe­bru­ary would have wit­nessed a glimpse of the great af­fec­tion that ex­isted be­tween Dorothy and John.

That night she sang a song as a trib­ute to the man she so dearly loved but who was bat­tling such a de­bil­i­tat­ing ill­ness.

John now joins the list of fel­low Ro­tar­i­ans who have passed while mem­bers of our club. Let’s hope we can keep their mem­o­ries alive with oc­ca­sional re­flec­tion of their com­pany, their ser­vice to our club and their con­tri­bu­tion to our com­mu­nity.


COM­MU­NITY MINDED: Dorothy and John Bunn at the open­ing of the Childers Multi-Pur­pose Health Ser­vice’s res­i­den­tial aged care wing last year.


HAPPY EVENING: John Bunn en­joy­ing a night out with friends from Ro­tary in 2011.

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