A 'good bloke' who helped me become a local

One’s public acceptance as a local is measured in many ways; personally it arrives when you attend a funeral of someone who is unquestionably a local.

The late Chris McPherson -
a 'good bloke' who
always 'had your back'.

That sense of being a local arrived sometime late in the 1980s when I was standing talking with friends after the funeral of a fellow I had got to know quite well since arriving in Shepparton earlier in the decade.

Suddenly I felt as if I was a local, far short of the 25 years many deem as the qualifying period to acquire such an attribution.

Well, sadly the death last week of another friend again reinforced my awareness of being a local.

This time however, it is different as not only was Chris McPherson my friend, he had given me work, he was my boss, or more correctly an integral part of the McPherson Family for whom I worked for many decades.

Chris was, in colloquial terms, “a good bloke”, someone who always “had your back” and although he may have been uncomfortable about things you said or did, he always stood beside you, helping fend off the critics.

Having been the Editor of this newspaper for more than 15 years, familiarity with Chris’s unflinching loyalty, his tireless enthusiasm and ceaseless endeavour for the success of the McPherson Media Group was evident every day.

Chris and I were fundamentally different people with seemingly incompatible values and although that may have created a publically never seen fissure in our relationship, it actually generated a strange productive energy between us that produced a vital balance.

Success in business for Chris, hinged on a certain relentless drive for profit and growth, which saw him painted as a rather ruthless businessman, a portrayal that did him a disservice, as he was actually a soft and gentle man.

At least twice, while praising the group’s staff for the role they had played in the overall success of the company, he became so emotional that he was unable to continue and his brother Ross took over.

Chris was known for many things, among them his love of the outdoors, but his notoriety as a local took an unprecedented leap when he became the driver of the Big Blokes Lunch to support prostate cancer.

Chris’s honesty while speaking at one of those events about his diagnosis and living with the disease was so powerful and moving that many ranked his address as among the best they had ever heard. Some people were reduced to tears.

Tragedy in one’s life frequently evokes honesty and openness that defies publically known and understood personal traits and that was the case when Chris talked about his prostate cancer.

Yes, Chris was a good bloke, he always stood with me through the ructions of running a newspaper and it is with great pride I claim he was a friend, a local friend.

Success of city activity centres depends on behaviour change

Ambitions to reshape Shepparton’s activity centres with awareness of social, economic and environmental matters should be applauded, but success hinges on our willingness to change our behaviours.

Ideas that prevailed and worked in the 20^th Century are not appropriate as conditions that once ensured their success no longer exist.

Growth is a slippery term and takes its meaning from the prism through which it is viewed and it can either be based on capitalist/consumerist ideology or the enhancement of qualities and activities that underpin a resilient community equal to the unfolding rigours of the coming decades.

The City of Greater Shepparton has used professional help to draw up plan for its “Commercial Activity Centres Strategy” and now it wants people who live here to comment about what is proposed.

Courage and bravery are not words commonly associated with planning ideas or proposals, but both must be evident just to pick up this blizzard of words and then to contemplate reading it.

I fear that as with many similar reports, it will quickly find its way to the bottom drawer and not only physically disappear, but quickly drop off councillors’ consciousness.

What is happening here is a microcosm of matters bigger than us and to re-shape Shepparton without acknowledging what the wider-world is wrestling with signifies sclerotic thinking; thinking unable to accept such things as climate change.

The former Australian of the Year, chair of the Federal Government disbanded Climate Commission, scientist, and author, Tim Flannery said recently when launching his new book, “Atmosphere of Hope” that the world will surpass the two degree guardrail nations have agreed to.

The two degree guardrail above pre-industrial temperatures was considered humanity’s only hope of protecting the “Goldilocks-like” conditions in which we have prospered, but that will soon be a memory as at less than just one degree increase, earth’s disturbed climate has brought an end to understandable seasonal conditions.

And so as we plan and shape the Shepparton of tomorrow it would be irresponsible to pretend our climate wasn’t changing, that we are going to replicate the energy-rich wonders of the 20^th Century or that the ancient soils of the Goulburn Valley are going to continue their bountiful production.

Figures in the wordy and daunting Essential Economics report can be unsettling, but become even more fearful if interpreted and applied without acknowledgement of those realities Flannery and other like him say will be integral to our lives within a decade or so.

So rather than allowing geographical sprawl of the city accentuating ever-expanding infrastructure, we should be planning for and building a city with increased density that makes walking and cycling not only possible but preferable, the emphasis should be on public transit, and an activity centre, wherever it is, should be as self-reliant as possible.