Traditionally our club has been made up of families. The Pryor family has a special place in our club.

During World War 11 Clem Pryor, JP’s father, and Vic Rushby, kept an eye on club activities and the junior club members as the senior members of the club were serving their country overseas.

Clem Pryor was treasurer from 1933 – 1970; a mighty effort.

JP was secretary from 1956-1969 and President from 1982-1990.

Margaret was treasurer from 1979-1991.

Clem, JP and Margaret are Life Members of the club.

JP and Margaret are club members who are still very willing to assist the club.

What a great family contribution!

Since 1928 we've proudly patrolled the beach and competed under the same TOB emblem, ever wondered what it actually represents? Thanks to the beltman for sharing with us:

Our club’s emblem depicts a laurel wreath circling the reel and two white doves.

• The wreath symbolises triumph, victory and achievement.
• The white doves represent the symbol of peace.
• The surf life saving reel was a beach life saving apparatus. It was used by patrols for rescues and also for competitions.

They began as a fund raising group raising funds for the men’s club.

Later on resuscitation competitions were held for the ladies.

In 1931 the Taree Old Bar Ladies Surf Club formed the Old Bar Ladies Hockey Club.

The first Ladies March Past team was formed in 1952.

In 1980 the Ladies integrated with the men. Taree Old Bar Surf Club trained two women’s bronze squads in 1980; these squads were the first women to patrol our beach.

This flashback was proudly brought to you by 'The Beltman'

Anniversary / Reunion By Bill Hoad (1988)

Anniversaries bring Reunions,
And from days off now afar,
Falls due one such occasion -
The founding of ‘The Bar’.

For some 60 years ago they came,
Clearing saltbush, sand and scrub,
An intrepid band of characters,
To build the first Surf Club -
Of corrugated iron and slabs;
By lorry load it came,
Then a flag was hoisted proudly,
Which bore the Surf Club name.

And so the club was started,
From beginnings “rather rough”,
But our sporting pioneers were there,
And were fortunately tough.

And they won their heroes medals,
In shipwrecks, we recall,
And in time of river flooding
When the banks were burst, and all
Was chaos in the flatlands
As water roared on down,
Inundating homes and farms,
And much of Taree town!

The growing pains were lightened
By Socials, Do’s and fuss
To “raise the wind” for “exes”
And we rode the “Eggin’s Bus”
To carnivals and such like,
For a ‘shilling’, there in back
With ‘fans’ and club supporters
Even riding on the rack…

And was duly formed a Ladies Club,
Giving strength and moral support;
Patrols made beaches safer,
(With time enough for sport…)

And as I look the club around,
At the pictures on the wall,
I as a one-time member,
Felt all of “ten feet tall”.

I remember well the Rivalry;
The keenness that came up
When clubmen vied for honours –
For some pennant, sash or cup.

I remember champion surfmen,
Visscher, Spargo, Noonan, Scott,
The Chequers, all the great watermen,
Legends all - the lot!

And though I've known some other clubs,
In the moment, as they are,
there's a sentimental “something”, still,
Of my “old days” at “The Bar”!

The place that characters first built,
Clearing saltbush, sand and scrub –
The beginning of what stands today –
The Taree Old Bar Club!