One beautiful Day
Tribute by Jamie Day read by Jamie at Lilydale Memorial Gardens 19/02/16. Jamie is Ron Day’s son.
THANK you everyone for coming today. I know Dad wouldn’t have wanted all the fuss. However, here we all are.
Looking around the room is a testament to the wonderful man that was my father.
So what do you say about the man Ron Day? A man who could talk to anyone on any level and debate almost any topic.
There are many words that could describe Dad. Well read, fair, reasonable, intelligent, articulate, a husband, a father, a grandfather but most of all, my best friend.
As a child I remember the sound of the ACCO starting up in the early hours of the morning and arriving late at night. If not that, then it was swearing and tools hitting the shed floor as a repair was made for the next day’s deliveries. A man who’s work ethic is a forgotten attribute!
As most of you all realise there was always a project with Dad and never enough time to finish it. Dad always said if you’re disorganised you’re always busy! Maybe there is a lesson in there for all of us.
I could write a book on “Quotes by Ronno” and I’m sure it would outsell “Shit my Dad says”, for those of you who know the book!
I remember speaking to him from Indonesia and telling him how great we were doing financially.
“We’re living like kings,” I said to which he answered: “Why don’t you live like a prince and put a bit in your pocket!” Always a leveller to bring me down to earth.
I rolled his beloved Massey Ferguson onto his Falcon ute. After the dressing down that I rightly deserved, we walked across to Gallatly’s Lane, he winked at me and said, “Go get the camera.” Lesson learnt nothing more to be said. That was Dad’s way.
We sometimes borrowed his motorbikes when we were younger, not necessarily legally. He laughed about it later, it was much, much later.
Screaming around in the Commer van. Dad yelling at us: “That thing wouldn’t pull a fart off a shit.”
I had the privilege of travelling to Turkey with Dad and sitting in a boat off the coast of Gallipoli looking at the beach his father fought on so many years before.
One of the few times I ever saw him express emotion, I am so lucky to have known him and spent time with him for so many more years than he had the chance to with his own father.
My wife Annie and our three beautiful girls have been able to travel with my parents, sit with our kids on beaches in the Philippines; travel through Europe looking at the wonders of Rome, Milan and old cities in France whilst listening to Dad explain the history of these places to our children.
He also had to explain how he put diesel in a petrol car! Probably the hardest thing he has ever had to do
Maybe that’s a story for later.
He wondered at history and was amazed by the world in general.
The Soil Shop was the proving ground for our relationship.
After Dad decided it was a good idea to go to the auction for the Soil Shop and then subsequently purchase it, he was dragged kicking and screaming into the computer age and our years at the Soil Shop were tumultuous at times to say the least. It wasn’t always an easy road but we got there in the end.
After some time he finally agreed to pay me! His quote was: “Jamie has finally learnt the value of a dollar.”
I think I always knew the value, it was just he never gave it to me!
It was these great few years which forged the friendship between Cameron and myself.
Mum soldiered on with the computer age whilst Dad bowed three times to Windows 95 then went on to deliver the next load of crushed rock.
A lot of my friends spent a great deal of time at Pound Bend and experienced the hospitality of Mum and Dad.
Michael and Jacqui were both accepted as one of Mum and Dad’s own at different times.
There are so many stories of how Dad touched different people’s lives, but no time to recount them here today.
There will be no filling the void that has been left behind since Dad has gone, so all I can do is try to fill it with all the great memories that I have.
He was constantly steering me in the right direction throughout my life, which at times made no sense, although as I matured, a point on which some may disagree, his advice and wisdom became clear.
He was a special man, a rough exterior with a heart of gold and for those of us who knew him we’re better off for it.