He loved his association with the cricket club. He would no sooner finish the weekend trip away, then he would have a calendar up on the wall showing the the number of days left for the next trip. He cherished those weekends.
He was a person who never had to be asked to contribute. If you looked around to see who was helping at functions there would be Roger either working behind the bar, cooking a barbecue, loading or unloading the vans, or generally cleaning up.
I had the privilege to share rooms with Roger on several of the cricket weekends away and there are many stories that could be told. However, I guess the thing that most of us will remember was the morning ritual of his getting up at the break of dawn snd commandeering as many casualties as he could to join the him on the walk into the Melbourne Markets.
For those of us who got to know Roger a little better than most , you will became aware that he was a very private person. He was like an island surrounded by high cliffs. He would allow very few people to touch that personal part of his life. He lived for his three sons, Patrick, Ben and Josh and his wife Gaye. He was indeed very protective of them.
He also lived for his job and valued those special associations that he built with many of the employees over the years. However, in the past four or five years, he found it difficult to come to terms with the fact that State Print may not be able to continue and he anguished over his future after its imminent closure.
Roger spent nearly forty years sowing the crop, sadly, he will never reap the rewards of his harvest, something that he so richly deserved. Sadly, like all of us, I will miss his presence, but I will cherish those special moments that we shared as workmates.