Oh me oh
Oh my oh
I’ve been to Omeo on three occasions
Twice after crossing the Victorian Alps
Once over Mount Hotham
These great riding/driving routes converge at Omeo
But my first visit there is the most memorable.
As a child of 10 or 11 I traveled to Omeo to stay with a family for the summer holidays.
My father had died a couple of years earlier and Legacy had arranged the holiday for me.
Nearly 50 years on my memories are sketchy.
I have some enduring memories of the family I stayed with.
Unfortunately I cant remember their name. But for a young boy from the industrial part of Melbourne it was eye opening.
They had a house cow and I used to separate the milk from the cream with a hand separator.
I shot a rifle, a 22.
They had a wood fired oven and the mother made these magnificent swiss rolls with fresh cream and home made jam.
There was wide open spaces, farm machinery scattered about and I ran free with the family’s children.
In reflection I can see they were not rich in a monetary sense but wealthy in terms of love and generosity.
Thats why Omeo for me.