Bob passed away 2nd July 2021 aged 73 years.
Family man, active trade unionist and friend of the underdog.
Dare to Struggle, Dare to Win!
Forever in our hearts.
The Mancor Mob
A service to celebrate Bob’s life will be held in the Newstead Community Centre on Thursday (July 15) at 1.30pm.
A private cremation will follow.
To watch the service via livestream, please return to the home page of this website and click on the livestream button.
The service will be live approximately 5-10 minutes prior to commencing.
In lieu of flowers please consider a donation to the Fred Hollow’s Foundation, envelopes will be provided.
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A really good man taken way too soon. Thinking of Audrey and the family.
Peter Moloney
Deepest sympathy to the Mancor family. Sad to read of the death of a fellow trade unionist and working class activist. Our thoughts are with you at this sad time. Sincerely Michael and Wendy Connoley.
Bobbie you are by far the greatest man I’ve ever known, you have inspired me to stand up for what I believe in no matter of others opinions, you have taught me to be strong even when I feel weak, you have given me a love for music and a bug that makes me want to travel. You have shown me the meaning of family and taught me what love is all about. You have shaped my life in a way nobody else has. We have many beautiful memories together, feeding the chooks, swimming at lethy lake, you making me hold a cicada even know I was shaking in fear, drinking your beer, having ice cream on the veranda, telling me how I should never pick my pimples because I’ll end up with a hole in my nose like yours, we recorded our own songs and danced the days away, we marched the streets to fight for what’s fair and you taught me lessons I needed to learn. You gave me a fear for piers as you pretended to throw me off one when I was little and I still hate piers today. You were the my pop who took me places I’d never been before. As a child there was never many weeks that passed that I didn’t see you. You always come over and I remember us girls racing who would get you the biscuit tin. It breaks my heart beyond repair that we will not share these times anymore
but I take comfort in the memories and lessons you taught me. I will sing songs to my kids that you once sung to me, I will try my best to make the world a better place as you always did, I’ll stand up for what I believe in and I’ll fight for justice for those who cannot, I’ll love endlessly and be proud of who I am, all because I’d like to be half the person you were . I love you endlessly forever in a day as my heart shatters to say not goodbye but I’ll see you soon. Rest easy until we meet again.
Deepest sympathy to all the Mancor family on the sad passing of Bob, you were a hero for the working class people and you never flinched when the going was tough. In tough times in the blf and cfmeu, fighting for building workers rights and conditions, always remembered. RIP Bob
Daniel Twohig
A true Trade Unionist.
An internationalist, Environmentalist, Mentor and friend.
“Wrap me up in me flag and me scaffold belt, and bury me deep down below.
Under the shade of highrises and Favcos, where the lackies and the bosses don’t grow.”
Back with Cummo.
Vale Bob.
My Mate Bob
We met on the Underground Railway over 40 years ago and got talking, as Bob did with everyone!
We discovered common ground, ‘Music’ and soon became very good mates.
You shared your family and friends and made me very welcome.
We worked together in Melbourne, Canberra, Portland and Karratha on Dunnies and Buildings,
so High Together!
So glad we were able to connect again recently.
So thank you Bob for being my Friend. Always Remembered!
Little Bob
I first meet Bob in the late 1980s in Geelong and I have admired his commitment to the union through the years.. support for the underdog was his passion. Bob could always be relied on for support when needed…working class hero is a term which Bob deserves…Deepest condolences to Bob’s family….May he Rest In Peace …VALE Bob Mancor
About 45 years ago, I first met Bob, on the Twin towers Collins place building site, when I walked into the lift.
A giant of a man and skinny me! A gruff voice said “Gooday!”
From that first meeting and over many construction sites we developed a good friendship. I spent some time living with them as family when Hannah and Jack and Joe were little, and our families have been friends ever since.
People liked and respected Bob, in the belief he would always look after the the working class. We are fortunate we visited Bob and Audrey just this winter and we will miss him.
I am flying the Eureka flag for you Bob.
Love from Pat, Lee, Owen, Doug, Rachael and kids.
Dear Bobby.
I have put off writing a message because then its real. Not a day I ever imagined would come.
There is no perfect way to describe the impact you have had, on not only my life, but also the twins, and now my own family.
What I do know is I appreciate the many sneaky treats we shared making sure we didn’t tell Aunty Aud, the countless songs we sang whilst you played guitar, as well as many long life lessons and stories shared while having a bbq.
I thank you for everytime you were there for me, everything you taught me and most importantly your giant squeeze cuddles.
Rest easy Bobby.
I love you.
Love Nik ( Nikita), Keith, Chuck, Mia & Bailee.
Dear Audrey, I am thinking so much of you and of Hannah, Jack and Joe at this time of your terrible loss. I am so sorry I cannot be there in person in Newstead today to farewell Big Bob. His values and you all as a family around your campfire at the Nariel Creek Folk Music Festivals opened up a whole new world to me of songs and stories from Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger. The fight Bob and you all inspired against racism, inequality and injustice will never be extinguished. Much love, Andrew Scott
I first met my cousin, Bob, in 1973 when he came over to England from South Africa. He stopped a few days at my parents house and I can remember coming home from work and seeing an enormous motorbike parked outside the front door. He and my father got on really well because they both shared similar experiences, working in construction and travel. My dad lived rough in Australia during the 1930’s and had worked his passage on a ship like Bob did. I saw Bob in 2015 in Geelong and 2018 in Newstead when I stopped with him and Audrey. We didn’t have much time together although we did cover a lot of ground about family history and politics. Fortunately, our politics were similar although I can’t claim to be an activist like Bob was. It’s been heartening to read the tributes to Bob online and on the radio programme about the Concrete Gang and to realise how well respected he was by his workmates and the community at large. One of my favourite memories of Bob was when he drove me over to the Eureka Museum at Ballarat. As I type this I’m wearing the Southern Cross sweatshirt he sent me from Australia. I didn’t know him that well but he certainly made an impact on me as he did on a lot of people who knew him. I will miss him. Condolences to Audrey, Jack, Hannah, Joe and Bob’s extended family in Australia.
Met Bob on the New Parliament House Job. Glad to have known him. He once said to me, if you ever get a bit of land. Get a bit that is tired and needs love.