About Jack Eden: Legend, Bobby Brown, with the man who knew him

WILL HE OR WON’T HE? BOBBY BROWN AT CRONULLA, DOES A QUASIMODO. BELOW: BOBBY BROWN.

JACK WAS STOKED WITH BOBBY BROWN. HE WAS A SURFER WITH STYLE. HE WOULD A SET A GREAT EXAMPLE TO SURFING -- IN AND OUT OF THE WATER.

JACK EDEN*          Adapted by FRANK MORRIS

Words can be written as to why Bobby Brown won’t be surfing at Sandon Point or Cronulla again. The answer, it seems, must come from a higher plane. Bobby lived and surfed life to the fullest. That he did. Bobby died tragically when he was 20.

The day I first met him he was about eleven years old. It was the middle of winter, and he was wrapped in a track suit two sizes too big for him, lugging a seven foot, 40lb surfboard down to the beach.

He was singing the praises of a Wanda lifesaver, Brian Jackson. “Didja see him corner on that wave?”
Bobby’s potential was there at an early age.

He and his brother, John, were the first to nose ride at Cronulla; they were riding at Cronulla Point and Voo Doo at 13 years of age when the waves were over eight feet high.

Grahame Ferris, a local builder, influenced Bob a lot; he took him under his wing and really taught him the fundamentals.

The first time he surfed north side, at Lone Reef, was with Garry Birdsall and Grahame Ferris. When he first saw Midget Farrelly surf, Bob thought that Midget was the greatest.

Bob left quite an impression of himself over there.

He won all the contests at Cronulla. His first major contest was at Bondi in 1962 in the Juvenile event in some very sloppy surf.

He won this event, but the most important thing, he became suddenly recognised by all the top surfers of the time. From that moment on, his surfing prowess was well-known.

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IT’S THE OLYMPICS …
1924 AND PARIS IS THE HOST IN THE OLMYPICS GAMES, WHICH BECOME IMMORTALISED IN THE AWARD-WINNING MOVIE CHARIOTS OF FIRE, ERIC LIDDELL SET A NEW 400 METRE RECORD; FELLOW BRITON, HAROLD ABRAHAMS, SCORES A HUGE UPSET BY WINNING THE 100 METRES.
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The greatest contribution to surfing was the example he set in and out of the water. His influence down the south coast helped raise it to the great heights it now enjoys.

Bob had his favourite place – Sandon Point. This is where I took the last photos of him surfing. Here, he showed the way by making unbelievable re-entries and nose rides from way inside.

His attitude was, “I don’t care if I get done; I believe in wet surfing, that is half the fun of surfing”.

He believed that this is why some of the top surfers weren’t as good as they could have been, thinking that you mustn’t fall off under any circumstances.

*Jack Eden died in October, 2019.

Frank Morris comments:
Jack wrote a tribute to Bobby Brown in the Jack Eden Surfabout Collection catalogue in 1997. He went on to describe the lad as “unforgettable and indomitable”.
“Bobby lived and surfed to the max.” said Eden. “That’s why he became a true-blue surfing legend”.
Shortly after this “telling all” feat, Bobby tragically was killed in a dispute over a billiard table at local hotel.
He was aged 20.

SOURCE: Surfabout Magazine, Vol 4, No 5, l965. The first edition by the new publisher.

BOBBY LEAVES A WALL OF WASH BEHIND HIM AS HE DOES A SWEEPING LEFT TURN.

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IT’S THE OLYMPICS …
GONE FOR GOLD, THE OLYMPICS IDEAL
AUSTRALIA’S 200-ODD ATHLETES HAVE GONE TO LOS ANGELES WITH ONE QUEST IN MIND – TO BRING HOME GOLD. WHILE WE SIT BACK TO CHEER, OUR CHAMPIONS, OVER THE NEXT 16 DAYS WILL BE PITTING THEIR SKILLS AGAINST 140 OTHER NATIONS … LIVING UP TO THE OLYMPIC IDEAL.
SOURCE: From the introduction by Frank Morris to the Los Angeles Olympics Games newspaper feature’s back in 1984.


YOUR DOG: Is your dog a Sagittarius? You’re in for some surprises!

I AM A BOXER. IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

FRANK MORRIS

Mate, I am a boxer. Fancy calling dogs a boxer! Some experts say that they see some terrier strain in my smooth-haired coat and the way I look. I say no. By and large, mate, I am a boxer. I am recognised as a boxer, it’s that simple.

My name is Beau. I didn’t like at first, but that’s the way things go.

After all that is explained, I feel like a dog who has gone twelve rounds with a bruiser in a rough and tumble fight.
They reckon I’m tough. The answer is … no! I can hold my own, but tough, no.

Mate, I am medium-size dog with basically a fawn shaded undercarriage, white chest and paws and black snout.

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IT’S THE OLYMPICS …
1928 AND A RECORD 46 NATIONS AND MORE THAN 3000 ATHLETES MEETS IN AMSTERDAM, HOLLAND. THE WOMEN’S TRACK AND FIELD EVENTS MOVE INTO THE SPOTLIGHT. JOHNNY WEISSMULLER (USA) MAKES IT A RECORD-BREAKING 100 METRE FREESTYLE SWIM. IN LATER YEARS, HE IS TO STAR AGAIN. BUT THIS TIME AS TARZAN, A ROLE HE DID FOR EIGHT YEARS. CONTINUED …
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The fact that I hail from Germany is a tell-tale sign. I am five years of age – that 25 years in human terms – and feeling good for my age.

Do I understand the German language? No.

My owner is well read, though. She is a professor of science and, from what I hear, she is very high up the totem pole.

I was dozing in the shade when I heard her tell a friend all about my forbears that I was a descended from a Bullenbeisser crossed with a mastiff-type dog, bulldog and possibly a Great Dane too boot.

Mate, now I know why people get me confused with Great Danes. “What is he?” yells a fella from a truck. “A Great Dane,” was the reply.

“Geeze.” I felt like crying.

In the past, mate, I was told we used to control cattle in the slaughterhouses and were originally bred to be guard dogs. We were there to chase off the villains, rascals and thieves.

But I’m pleased that’s all behind me. On the whole, I love home and the harmonious family atmosphere that goes with it.

My owner takes me on long walks along the beach front where we stay for hours. I am off the leash and meet with my friends, especially a female boxer. That’s my kind of life!

I eat well. I sleep like a kitten. I’m taken to the vet for a check-up. I’m content – yes, that’s the word. No stress, no foibles.

And do you what, mate? I’m the dog who prefers to make love rather than bark!

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1928 CONTINUED. AUSTRALIA TAKES THE GOLD IN SWIMMING, DIVING AND ATHLETICS. A.W. WINTER CLAIMS THE HOP, STEP AND JUMP WITH A RECORD BREAKING 50 FT. 11.9 INS. THE 1500 METRE FREESTYLE IS WON BY A. CHARLTON; AND R.C. EVE TOOK FIRST PLACE IN THE PLAIN HIGH TOWER DIVE. ROWING IS ZOOMED INTO THE SPOTLIGHT WHEN H.R. PEARCE SNATCHED GOLD FOR THE SINGLE SCULLS.

Posted in: Grand Years with Frank Morris at 17 January 20

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