Views from Western Australia

May 28, 2008

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” ML King II


May 21, 2008

Rob Riley

The story of how Australia failed to make a lasting settlement with its Indigenous people is told in the life of one of the nation’s most widely recognised Aboriginal leaders, Rob Riley.

Riley’s life is a narrative of the contemporary Aboriginal politics in itself: land rights, native title, the campaign for a Treaty, the creation of ATSIC, the Royal Commission into the Deaths in Custody and the inquiry into the separation of Indigenous children from their families and communities.

In 1996 Riley hung himself in a motel room, undoubtedly pained by his past and disillusioned with the nature of race politics in Australia.

His life and death compel Australians to face our historical relationship with Aboriginal people. Riley intended his death to serve this purpose. His suicide note began: "White Australia you have much to answer for …"

Exactly what there is to answer for is revealed in Riley’s painful childhood and political career. It is the intertwining of these two parts which makes his story such an illuminating one for understanding race relations in Australia.

Riley’s family history reveals the grip of racist policies in Australia and how these created intergenerational damage to Aboriginal people. Under the infamous WA 1905 Aborigines Act, his maternal grandmother was incarcerated in Moore River Native Settlement, north of Perth as a teenager. A ministerial warrant was used to remove her from her family in the late 1920s and, despite repeated protestations to secure her freedom, she languished in the institution for the remainder of her life. She once told authorities "this place send anyone mad".

Her children - Rob’s mother and four other children - were born in this State run institution, but removed from her immediate care.

When she died at the age of 39 they were sent away, in the back of a truck, to the Church run Roelands Mission which was hundreds of miles to the south.

Released at 16 after little education and training and with no "country" to return to, Riley’s mother fell pregnant, giving birth to him.

Riley became the third successive generation of his family to be removed. He was taken in infancy in 1954 - still under the provisions of the 1905 Act - to spend the next twelve years in Sister Kate’s Children’s Home in the suburbs of Perth where he was denied knowledge of both his family and his Aboriginal heritage. He was told his family was dead.

Riley was never able to resolve this conflicting experience: the bonds of growing up with "brothers" and "sisters"; the loneliness of wanting to belong to someone; the sexual abuse inflicted on him; and the denial of his culture.

Eventually, reunited with his Mother and family after a chance meeting with an Uncle, he was plunged into dire poverty when forced to live on a reserve under the policy of segregation operating in rural Western Australia at that time. He lived in a draughty tin shed for three years.

He experienced his first encounter with "street level" racism when a group of local boys challenged his right as an Aboriginal to be walking on the town’s footpath. He would never again be silent in the face of racism.

But racism became the defining experience of Riley’s political life. In the late 1970s he encountered the institutionalisation of racism in the Western Australian police force and its justice system. Aboriginal people were being beaten into submission and incarcerated in shocking numbers.

Rob saw all this working at the fledging Aboriginal Legal Service. An angry member of the emerging wave of ’70s radical Aboriginal politics, he also was optimistic that the political system could right the wrongs of the past and the present.

Noonkanbah was a turning point. Riley was at this remote Kimberly pastoral station in 1980 when the Premier, the arch conservative Sir Charles Court, helped arrange a convoy of mining trucks with police protection to break the first determined protest to protect sacred sites in the modern era. Riley witnessed first-hand the combined power of international capital and the State to resist Aboriginal rights.

It was a pattern repeated many times in the next 20 years. Riley was leader of the National Aboriginal Conference in 1985 when the mining industry funded the notorious media campaign to convince the Hawke and Burke governments to back down on agreed principles to land rights. From this campaign, Riley believed racism in Australian politics had developed into an all-encompassing system of power and community prejudice. He never forgave Hawke for backing away from the historic opportunity to forge a settlement with Aboriginal people.

When he went to work for Federal Aboriginal Affairs Minister, Gerry Hand, in the late 1980s, Riley had seen the power of race regularly played out in Australian politics. He was well versed in its instruments: political populism; media propaganda; historical denialism; and ideological righteousness. However, nothing prepared him for the backlash directed at Hand’s office over plans for a Treaty, the creation of ATSIC, and the establishment of the Royal Commission into Deaths in Custody, which were all attacked with great and sustained vitriol.

Riley’s encounter with racism intensified when he returned to Western Australia in the early 1990s to head the Aboriginal Legal Service. Here the skirmishes over the ‘lock-them-up’ approach to Aboriginal juvenile crime fuelled by talk-back radio, the continuing anti-Aboriginal stance of the mining industry and the lack of government commitment to implementing the recommendations emanating from the Royal Commission into Deaths in Custody had him locked in combat with the Lawrence and Court governments.

But it was his struggle with the Keating government over native title that completed his disillusionment with Australian politics. The painful split in Aboriginal ranks over the native title bill saw Riley publicly backing the need for legislation enshrining native title - fearing another backlash from conservative states - while distressed that many would have their rights wiped away.

Worn out by continual conflict with governments, despairing at the failure of psychiatric intervention and plagued by the trauma of his past, Riley slid into a deep depression. He contemplated long about ending his life and had a clear grasp of the reasons for his decision: the personal and political torments were too much.

His death shocked the community.

Riley’s life contains powerful, universal themes: early triumph over adversity; the search for justice; and disillusionment over reformist politics. Not all will agree on either his vision or his political methods. 

The legacy of Riley’s life is to force us to reflect on what his story says about the nation.
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Further reading:
Rob Riley: An Aboriginal Leader’s Quest for Justice,
Quentin Beresford
Pub’ed by Aboriginal Studies Press (Canberra, 2006).

February 11, 2008

How to see Australia through Aboriginal eyes

Archie Roach has made a documentary, Liyarn Ngarn, with English actor Peter Postlethwaite.

Peter was studying to be a Catholic priest with Bill Johnson; Bill later married and came to Australia, adopting an Aboriginal boy taken by the from a family in Alice Springs and given the name Louis St John. In 1992, on his 19th birthday, Louis St John Johnson was attacked and killed by two white young men while walking home. 

Johnson blames talkback, "It had been a terrible summer," he says. "Every day on the radio they were attacking Aboriginal people." Johnson funded the production of the documentary becuase he wanted to publicise, both here and overseas, the lack of progress in the reconciliation movement over the past 10 years.

After Louis’ death Johnson took his body back to Alice Springs. The Johnsons had previously visited Alice Springs and tried to track down his family, but the local bureaucracy resisted their inquiries. This time Louis’ family were found, with more than a hundred turning up for the funeral.

When Archie was about three he was taken from his parents at the Framlingham mission, outside Warrnambool. When he was 15, he got a letter from a sister (he didn’t know he had a sister) saying his mother was dying (he thought his mother had died when he was an infant) and that he should hurry if he wanted to see her. He ran away, but arrived too late.

Archie went to the street where Louis was beaten, then dragged on to the road and driven over. Watching Archie stand there, listening as Pete tells the story of what happened that night, you see the pain.

Robert Walker was a young Aboriginal man who died following a beating by prison officers in Fremantle jail. Archie and Peter visit the cell where he spent his last night and Archie sings a song he has written from a poem by Kevin Gilbert. Archie loses the song, or whatever it is that guides him when he is singing. "Are you all right?" asks Postlethwaite. "I’m not singing it for me," he says, almost angrily. "I’m singing it for this feller."

After dealing with the death of Louis, Walker and John Pat (another death in custody) they travel to Broome to talk to the former chairman of the reconciliation council, Patrick Dodson, who gives the film its political edge.

They visit the desert outside Fitzroy Crossing where the people hold the land their people have always lived in. In 1996, they made a giant painting to assist their claim under the Native Title Act but by the time the film is made the claim still hadn’t been decided and a third of the original claimants were dead (since the making of the film, the claimants have won Native Title over their claim).

Postlethwaite has had to understand what he has seen. The most difficult concept he has heard is ‘terra nullius’, the land of no one, the fiction by which the land was taken. Then Archie sings the title track of the album, Liyarn Ngarn, two Yawru words from Broome, the first meaning inner guide, the second being a place where fresh and salt water meet.

His voice is old now, cracking a bit like that of Johnny Cash in his latter years, but its reverence for life is undiminished. The light in his eye is not one of serenity. Although he is easily drawn to laughter, his manner is mostly distant. It’s like he’s looking at something bright but broken, wondering how to fix it. Journey, the CD, was made when the media was full of reports of the Federal Government sending troops and police into the Northern Territory to protect Aboriginal children. When Archie was taken from his parents, it was for his "protection". He says he still misses his mother every day and now he can see it all happening again. He says what’s happening in the Northern Territory is going "to wash over all Aboriginal people regardless". "You can’t just come in and override us with police and army. There has to be a better solution, a better way."

Archie still trusts Australians, because he trusts people. He believes people are starting to see through the political tricks that have been used over the past decade to foster division.

January 9, 2008

The diary of an Aussie stretcher bearer at Gallipoli

Ralph Edward Goode 2nd Field Ambulance,1st Australian Division, was born at Canterbury, Victoria, on 24th September 1888. 

After being educated at Christ Church Grammar School, South Yarra, he began work at the age of 14 as a mason in the Adamant Monumental works, Dandenong Road St. Kilda. His family then lived at Lilydale.

On 16th August 1914, Goode voltunteered for the 1st A.I.F. and was accepted by the Australian Army Medical Corps. 

He was promoted to Lance-Corporal In Egypt, twice mentioned in despatches from Gallipoli, and subsequently became Corporal (Lemnos, September 1915), Sergeant (France, August 1916) and Warrant Officer (France August 1918).

He received the M.B.E. in 1954, and died 23rd January 1961.

From his enlistment until November 1, 1918 (when he was returning to Australia on leave), Ralph Goode recorded his army experiences with an indelible pencil in two pocket notebooks. These diaries provide commentary on the accepted "digger legend" and occasionally suggest different emphases.

The following selection concentrates on the entries for the Gallipoli campaign, framed by brief extracts from his pre-Gallipoli and Western Front experiences and reactions.

The diaries themselves provide the reason for concentrating on Gallipoli; later entries form a less coherent whole and are far more taciturn (despite the impression given by this selection) than those of 1915.

No. 106
R.E. Goode
2nd Field Ambulance
1st Australian Division
Melbourne Road
Lilydale
Australia

16/8/14 Volunteered for active service, in A.A.M.C. accepted

17/8/14 Came into camp at B’meadows

18/10/14 Entrained from Broadmeadows for boat & embarked on SS Wilts.

At (?) PM left pier at 5 anchored off W’town

19/10/14 weighed anchor at 8 am beautiful weather, was on (?) guard.

Tuesday 20/ 10/ 14 very sick for a few hours.

Wed. 21
Thurs 22

Friday 23 Benella passed us today is steaming a little ahead (?)

Sat 24th Oct 1914  Entered King Georges Sound at 9 oclock this morning beautiful morning

Thursday 29th Oct 1914, Innoculated against Typhoid.

Sunday 1st Nov 1914 Sailed from Albany at 6.30 after lying at anchor 8 days in K.G. Sound. A wonderful sight, all our troopships in line.

Mon Nov 2nd 1914 Rather rough weather sea sick

Tues 3rd Nov 1914 Cup day very sick all day we got winner of Melb. Cup at 7 P.M. via wireless when about 500 miles from Fremantle.

Wed 4th Nov 1914 lovely weather am much better

Thurs 5th Nov 1914 ON Sanitation squad RMS Osterley passed on her way to England.

Friday 6.11.14 Weather very hot

Sat 7/11/14 Very hot second inoculation Typhoid

Sunday 8/1/14 Church Parade Arm very sore Stifling hot Minoto (?) slipped away

Monday 9/11/14 A very exciting day H.M.A.S. Sydney sailed west at full speed 10 am attack alarm sounded our stern guns cleared ready for action we are 15 miles East of the Cocos Island. llam message to say HMAS Sydney in action great excitement on board 11.30am another message saying the Sydney had smashed the boat which had been beached on Cocos Island to save sinking another message saying boat is Emden great rejoicing & cheering also that 2 killed & 13 wounded on Sydney which put a damper on our celebrations. It is very exciting at night sailing with no lights everything in pitch darkness we get alarms for attack &fire drill at all hours
very awkward in the dark to get to your posts It was a great sight when the Japanese cruiser which is with us sailed across our bows at full speed with all guns cleared for action to help the Melbourne protect our West flank in case the Sydney had more than she could manage she was so close that we could see the men at the guns. There is another German cruiser about called the ‘Gotisberg ‘  (eliminated) Konisberg so things are a bit exciting at night. We were approx 2000 miles from Australia.

Tuesday 10/11/12 Word today that the Sydney chased & caught the collier which was supplying the Emden with coal took the crew off and sunk her no sign of the Konisberg (see above) and we have some lights on again so evidently she has cleared out.

Wed 11/11/14 Wrote to Kath & Mum to be posted at Colombo Took one of the crew to the hospital suffering from heat apoplexy. Had a very interesting chat with ships doctor

Thurday 12/11/14 Very hot Armed merchantmen passed us Empress of Russia probably going to Cocos Island to pick off crew of Emden crossed the equator 6pm

Friday 13/11/14 New Zealand boats went ahead today with 4 funnel battleship which appeared from nowhere.

Sat 14/11/14  Very hot sea wonderfully smooth

Sunday 15th Nov 1914 Land in sight at daylight dropped anchor off Colombo at 2pm hundreds of natives in their katamarangs & sampans to see us a wonderful sight  Colomb from the sea is a beautiful sight some very fine buildings. A 5 funnel Russian cruiser “Askold” (?) here also the Sydney & numerous other boats. At night its like fairyland reminded me of St Kilda Beach, some good news from the front 25,000 Germans captured by Russians & Russians well within reach of Berlin Hope its true, but doubt it.

Right hand flank

 
Left hand flank
14 Euripides 3 Orveito (?) 18 Wiltshire
8 Argyleshire 27 Southern 7 Medic (?)
9 Shropshire 4 Pera 11 Ascanius
19 Afric 26 Armadale 15 Star of E’land
24 Benalla 12 Soldhma (?) 2 Geelong
20 Korala 1 Kymettus (?) 17 Port Lincoln
22 Rangarlana (?) 23 Suffolk 10 Karoo
5 Omrah 25 Anglo Egyptian 21
28 Miltardes (?)  
6 Clan Macorquodale (?)
 
 
 
 
& 10 New Zealand Boats  

Monday 16/11/14 Wrote to Mum & Kath & Dick send Pcards to Mum Kath Dick Bob Morton. Saw copy of Special War Edition of Ceylon times got lots of war news

Tuesday 17/11/14 Great fun with natives diving for money right from the top of derricks, holding life boats. Sailed from Colombo at 11.30 am today after spending 45 ½ hours there. British cruiser “Yarmouth” (crossed out) Hampshire with us. Beautiful weather prevailing.

Wed 18/11/14 Usual routine 

Thursday 19/11/14 Usual routine Pay day 14/-

Friday 20/11/14 Usual routine

Sat 21/11/14 Usual routine

Sunday 22/11/14 Church parade

Monday 23/11/14 land in sight Sokotra Island very high mountains but barren 10 hours to pass

Tuesday 24/11/14. Daily routine.  

Wed. 25/11/15. Dropped anchor off Aden at 4p.m. very high headland & rugged, could not see more desolate place, no sign of vegetation nothing but sand.

Thursday 26/11/14. Weighed anchor at 6a.m. followed Arabian coast along all you see sandy deserts enough to give a chap the horrors, passed the fortified town of Perimat 4p.m. & entered the Red Sea, can see the African coast on our Port-side. 6 Indian troopships, returning to India for more troops passed us today.

Friday 27/11/14 We are well into the Red sea. I’ve had enough of it all ready passed the Apostle Islands ships passing us on their way to India for more troops. I did not know what it was to sweat till I got here was doing fatigue in No 5 hold getting up rotten potatoes I’d rather be a stoker in the furnaces.

Sat 28/11/14 - Steamer passed us probably Orontes from Australia, hope so, also mail boat probably going to Australia. Rumour we are going to ?

Sunday 29/11/14 Great activity for disembarking kit bags brought out of hold land in sight.

Tuesday1/12/14. Dropped anchor off Suez at 12.30. Bun-boats did a rattling trade we bought them out of cigarettes, fruit, etc, can see the N.Z. boats going up the canal Armed party tonight on account of? Being fired on by Turks. Weighed anchor at 7p.m. passed the town of Suez looked beautiful at night unfortunate it was night going through the Canal.

Wed. 2/12/14. Anchored off Port Said at 8.30A.M. having come through the Canal in 13 ½ hours we are anchored right opposite the light-house within 50 yards of the street, some fine building, a very interesting day watching coaling operations etc. letter from Kath date 2/11/14 had not received any letter from Mil(?) can’t understand. Wrote to Kath letter & P.Card. P.Card to Mum with “Furphy”. P.Card to Winnie & Dick.

Thursday 3/(1)2/14. Most of our boats have put to sea, boats alongside with musicians, reckon these bun-boats men the biggest “rooks” I’ve ever met.

Friday 4/(1)2/14. Great satisfaction, leave grated for squads of 50 men ashore at a time in charge of officers great disappointment all leave stopped owing to some men breaking ship & swimming ashore previous night also pelting native water police with potatoes on account of this we weighed anchored 10a.m. & put out to sea & dropped anchor about 3 miles out.

Sat 5th Dec 1914. Very slow.

Sunday 6th Dec 1914. Church parade.

Monday 7/12/14. Indian troopships sailed for the front. Very slow. 

Tuesday, 8/12/14. Rotten slow day. Weighed anchor at 8 p.m. quite a surprise our spirits rose of a sudden. Dropped anchor at Alexandra 10 a.m. wonder how long before we get in to ? look a wonderful harbor hundreds of ships here a lot of captured German merchantmen. Can see the Kedhive Palace from here a beautiful building.

Wed. 9/12/14. Leave granted for 24 men at a time for 2 hours went ashore with 2nd lot had a very interesting 2 hours the filth in native quarters is awful went through native market places drove about in carriage for ½ hour 5 of us for which we paid 1/- & 1/- for guide the natives pest the light out of you to buy post-cards not much struck with native women with faces covered and brass tube (?) on face got fearfully muddled with Egyptian money.

Thursday 10/12/14. Came alongside quay at 5.45 tonight hope to disembark tomorrow.

Friday 11/12/14. Great activity embarking All LH (LIGHTHORSE) entrained without hurting a horse have been unloading ship & loading trucks some strange sights (?) by native saw natives flogged by police for getting in our way. I’m quite satisfied that there is no poverty in Melbourne after what I have seen here. Wrote to Stan. Kath (No4) P.C. to J. Poyner.

Sat 12/12/14. Unloaded our waggons etc & loaded on trucks entrained for Cairo at 5.30 p.m. arrive Cairo 10.30p.m. 130 miles talking 5 hours a very acceptable cup of cocoa & a roll ready for us. At 12.30 boarded electric trams for Mena 7 miles from Cairo arrived at camp 2.30 a.m. rolled ourselves in blankets & waited for daylight.

Sunday 13/12/14. At daylight what a sight nothing but sand not a sign of vegetation anywhere. I’ve heard of the Sahara desert now I’ve seen it god help the man who’s ever lost in it. Very hot in middle of day my eyes are very sore from the glare off the sand. Put in day dragging stoves for cook-house very glad when night came, when I rolled myself in blankets & slept the sleep of the just, the sand makes a great bed but the dew is very heavy & its very cold during the night. Very fair water supply but rather poor “tucker”.

Monday 14/12/14. Getting camp ready met Billy McLeod, C. Noden & “Smiler” Williams. Went for a walk to the Pyramids & Sphinx this afternoon about 1 ½ miles from camp very hard going through the sand but its worth it when you get there.

Tuesday 15/12/14. On Quartermaster fatigue getting stores & getting an expert at loading & driving camels & mules which most of our transport is done with. Dragged our waggons through the sand. Reg(?) Gray got run over.

Wed 16/12/14 Putting up hospital tents & getting camp in order. 

Thurs. 17/12/14. Getting camp ready wrote to Mum & Kath (no 5) went on guard 6p.m. tonight.

Friday 18/12/14. On guard all day till 6p.m. nothing exciting.

Sa 19/12/14. Pay day drew 25/- got a letter from mum & Kath dated 23/10/14 evidently been to England & returned here. Only a few letters come in there were some glad & sad faces after the letters were delivered

Sunday 20/12/14. Church Parade visited the Pyramids & Sphinx went into the Sphinx temple the blocks of granite & alabaster is beyond me went into the tomb of the son of Cheopps the builder of the Pyramids visited a native cemetery near the Pyramids. The highest Pyramid is 472 ft.

Monday 21/12/14. Granted leave from 2 p.m. till 11p.m. had a very interesting afternoon in Cairo drove along the Nile in motor some very quaint sights.

Tuesday 22/12/14. Started squad drill was put in charge of awkward squad wrote to Dick.

Wed. 23/12/14. General duties. Went on guard 6p.m.

Thursday 24/12/14. On guard.

Friday 25/12/14. Christmas day. Was awakened at 4a.m. by bands playing carols. Jack Stubles came into camp at 5 a.m. with a great Union Jack round him had a night out but doesn’t know where he got flag at present it floats over our tent. Went to Church Parade. Our Christmas dinner consisted of stew rice & raisins, tinned fruit tinned milk. Woster sauce dried raisins. Went inside Pyramid of Cheop saw the Kings tomb & Queen’s passage 150 yds long. Wrote to Kath & Mum (No 6) & Mr. ORouke(?).

Sat 26/12/14. Boxing Day Very quiet day in camp route march this morning holiday this afternoon wrote letter, see above.

Sunday 27/12/14. Christmas Greetings from the King, Andrew Fisher & Senator Pearce.

Monday 28/12/14. Kit inspections.

Tuesday 29/12/14. General routine.

Wed 30/12/14. The YMCA are doing grand work here there are 4 buildings erected where we go & write, paper pen & ink supplied, and piano if we care for sing song. Sir Geo Reid inspected half of the force today a magnificent sight.

Thurs 31/12/14 Very quiet day great revellry at midnight seeing the old year out every man in cap made a noise with something

1915

New Year’s Day 1/1/15 A nice new year gift to us from Australians in England consisting of 1lb Fry chocolate & a packet of cigarettes to each man. Met L Ralph he told me where Tas Illsley was No 1 Squad VZLH Sent PC to L Illsley  General routine all day

2/1/15 Daily routine Had tea with Arthur B. & talked of old times

3/1/15 Wrote to Mum, Kath (No.7) & PC to Kitty

4/1/15 Daily routine

5/1/15 Built a camp oven Wrote to Auntie Louie (Louise?)

6/1/15 Working at Mena House unpacking stores.

7/1/15 Letter from Kitty & paper from Kath. Mena House

8/1/15 Letters from Kath & Mum 8/12/14. At Mena House.

9/1/15 Mena House

10/1/15 Detailed for police duty went to Cairo brought 2 of our chaps back who had been arrested. Saw the new Sultan. Posted letters to Mum & Kath & Bob Morton.

11/1/15 Mena House. Our deepest thanks we owe to our people at home for the books they have given to us we have a library in camp & we are able to pass many weary hours at night reading. Visited the Zoo reckon Melb Zoo not to be compared with this one.

12/1/15 A sergeant from the 5th died in our hospital today the first we’ve had but there have been several others in the force. Wrote to Winnie.

13/1/15. General routine letters from Kath dated 14/12/14 & Ettie Bartlett card from A Johnston.

14/1/15. At Mena House.

15/1/15. Out on route march, the whole of the 2nd Brigade letter from Stan(?) 

16/1/15. Letters from Hilda Kit & Mum dated 18/11/14. Sent letters to Mum & Kath No 9 & views of camp to Kath P.card to Ada J & Ettie B.

17/1/15. Church parade morning. Played football against LH (Lighthorse) afternoon lost by 2 points. This was the first Australian game played in Egypt.

18/1/15. Sent to Cairo with wagon to meet nurses, from there was sent to Citadel visited a mosque. Letter & Leader from Kath dated 15/12/14.

19/1/15. At Mena House letter from Kath dated 20/12/14. lettercard from D. Rayson.

20/1/15. At Mena House. Opening of mess room.

21/1/15. Mena House letter from Auntie Louie.

22/1/15. Mena House.

23/1/15. Finish at Mena today Wrote to Kath & Mum No 10 O Rayson, S, Tait, papers to Kath Stan & G. Blake.

24/1/15. daily routine.

25/1/15 letters from Mum Kath & Dick dated 23/12/14.

26/1/15. Daily routine.

27/1/15. Sent “Sphinx” to Stan. P Cards to G Tait. K. Short. 

28/1/15. General routine.

29/1/15. Field work.

30/1/15. Guard

31/1/15. March past Gen Birdwood. Sent letters to Mum and Kath No 11 P Cards to Pop Hurlstone , Mime , Mrs Bennett Alf Pearce , Gran Ethel Clements Ada Johnston.  

1st & 2nd . General duties.

3/2/15. Went to Cairo was detailed to assist sick men of 11th Batt who were returning to Australia. The 7th & 8th left for Canal today. Met “Bubb” Williams & Billy Evans 

4th Feb 1915. General Duties.

5/2/15. Was promoted to Lance Corporal today.

6th 7th& 8th . Wrote to Mum Kath (12) & Dick. General Duties.

9th Feb 1915. Corporal of guard, new tunic issued. Letters from Kath dated 6th & 13th Jan. 1 from Mum. Received my letters from P Said.

10th 11th 12th 13th. General duties.

Sunday 14th Feb. Wrote to Mum & Kath No 13.

15th 16th 17th Vaccinated General duties.

Thurs 18th 1915. Days leave went to Cairo visited native bazzars something to be remembered bought beads and small scarab? Visited Museum after went to Heliopolis returned to Cairo went to picture show returned to camp 11 p.m.

Friday 19th 1914(?) Issued with gift clothing.

Sat 20th Feb 1915 General duties.

Sunday 21st Feb 1915. Wrote to Mum & Kath No 14) Held quite a reception of Lilydale Boys “Smiler”, C. Noden , Bert Reid, Lawlor , A Bedbrook, Billy Mac Harry Hunt and self all met. 

22, 23rd 24th Field work

Thurs 25th Feb Letters from Hilda, Kit, Stan, Kath C Clements, O’Rourke dated 25/1/15

Friday 26 Sat 27 General duties

Sun 28/2/15 Sent Reg parcels to mum & Kath Letters No 15 to Mum & Kath postcards & booklet 3rd Brigade left today

1st to 6th General duties bivouac etc

Sunday 7th March 1915 Letter No 16 to Kath PC to Mum First death in our corp. H (?) (F?) Morries died from pneumonia

8th 9th 10th 11th General duties

12/3/15 Letters from Mum, Kath, JPOR & papers

13/3/15New boots & puttees

Sun 14th/3/15 Wrote to Kath & Mum (17) Pcard to Clements & JPOR Received letters from Mum, Kath, E(?) Bartlett & Kitty

15th to 20th General duties 20th Arthur & I had photos taken at Sphinx

Sunday 21/3/15  Wrote to Mum & Kath (No 18) PC to Mrs Short, W Hurlstone, E Bartlett. Reg packet to Kath (watch)

23rd Letters from Mum, Kath, Win, & papers.

Sunday 28/3/15 Wrote to Mum & Kath (No 19) reg photos to Mum photo to Dick

Monday 29/3/15 Gen Sir I Hamilton inspection.

Friday 2/4/15 Big riot in Cairo this evening

Easter Sunday 4/4/15 Marched out of Camp at 11PM after spending 4 months in the desert, for an unknown destination arrived Cairo 2am taking 3 hours to do 10 miles entrained for Alexandra

Easter Monday 5/4/15 Embarked on SS “Mashobra” 11am finished loading at 3am (Tuesday)

Wed 7/3/15  Weighed anchor 8am sea rather rough Sent PC to Kath & Mum 

Friday 9/3/15 Dropped anchor off Lemnos 3PM Battleships, Cruisers, Torpedo boats, submarines everywhere, French Russian & British.

Sat, Sunday 10th & 11th  Troopships arriving by dozens we practice disembarking A most wonderful sight we are in a natural harbor completely hidden from the outside sea, the entrance protected by mines etc, every ship coming in has a pilot boat in front. We are within 50 miles of Dardenelles, every precaution taken against hostile aircraft no lights at night (s?). 

Monday 12th April 1915 Letters from Mum, Hilda, G Tait, Minnie, Aunt Claire, E Clements, Bob Morton 

Tuesday 13.4.15 Sent PC to Mum & Kath 

Friday 15/4/15 Went ashore, this island is inhabited by 15000 Greeks, dressed in sheepskin coats, trousers, boots, houses built of stone, windmills like Holland Sunday 18th April Letters from Kit & Mum & Win

Tuesday 20th April “Tucker” scarce living on bully beef & biscuits & few “spuds” deadly slow aboard nothing to do just waiting. Troopship attacked by Turkish torpedo boat, but escaped (?) transport missing

Thursday 22nd April 1915 Letters from Stan Dr (?) Short Mrs Relph Kath dated 18/3/15 & paper. Sent PC to Kath & Mum (yesterday) Oh for a tin of insectibane Nuf sed Can’t say I’ve enjoyed this 3 weeks on this boat, there is no sleeping accomodation, I have slept under the mess table this last 21 days (nights) tucker pretty rotten

Sat 24th April 1915 Weighed anchor 5.30 this morning for the Dardanelles

(ANZAC DAY APRIL 1915)
Sunday 25th The fun begins, landed under fire our boys routed the Turks out with the bayonet but lost heavily, have had all the excitement I want. I was hit twice by shrapnell a scratch on the cheek & a spent one in my clothes which I shall keep. The enemy shelled us unmercifully with shrapnel we not having guns to reply but I fancy our warships shut them up a bit. a bullet went through a tin I was filling my water bottle out of. our casualties are heavy mostly legs & arms through shrapnell but reckon when we get our artillery going we’ll give them what they gave us, hell.

Monday 26/4/15 The mighty Queen Elizabeth (Battleship) speaks this morning the earth fairly trembles when she fires. Oh how we duck when the “shrap” flies. 5.30 PM I am writing this under a rain of shells the noise is terrific about 8 warships, & 20 guns we got into position today are belching forth, to the return of Turkish shrapnell, had a bit chipped out of my cap today, the snipers do tickell us up.

Tuesday 27th April We have been shelled unmercifully today but worse at night the valley we were carrying the wounded down was like an inferno they dropped shells at the rate of 6 a minute on us Thank god I got through without a scratch. 

Wed 28th April 1915  Rather quiet today. The Indian Sikhs are doing great work taking ammunition & food up to the trenches on mules no chance of getting waggons up, in fact no waggons have landed. Royal marines gone in trenches.

Thurs 29th April 1915 Our boys are well dug in now casualties very small today, I went to the trenches tonight, but no wounded men, not much shrapnel today. The snipers are very bad one beggar fired 10 shots at me today they lobed all round but none hit me. The navy men are going grand work. I must say a word about our work, the infantry say we are all heros no body can imagine the work we have done, I’ve never worked so hard in my life no tracks down the hills many times had to carry men on our backs could not get stretchers up, & all this under heavy fire, the losses in our corp are 6 wounded & 1 killed (T(?) Webster). The Turks are using some explosive bullets they make awful wounds, the courage of our wounded boys is magnificent, never a word except their bad luck I picked up one man with 8 bullet holes in him, his one trouble was how soon he could get back to the trenches. The enemy are trying all sorts of ruses, one German officer came quite close to our trenches in the dark and sang out. “alright Australia we’re Indians”, but it didn’t work.

Friday 30th April 1915 A bit quiet today except for shrapnel we never brought in a wounded man.

Sat May 1st 1915 I am sitting in my dug out, it’s death to poke your head out we are on a hill about 100 yards from the sea the engineers have built a landing & the ASC are unloading stores, the Turkish gunners have got our range lovely & are drooping shells on us about 6 a minute Scotty Robinson just got hit. It’s quite exciting & have got quite used to it now. The Turks have tried time after time to mount guns on 2 points of land jutting out to the sea one on our left & the other on our right but thanks to our Navy (with their powerful searchlights) have never been able to fire a shot, they let them get the guns up & then blow them up. Our food supply is excellent, biscuits bully beef, a rasher of bacon & a piece of cheese, a lot (?) of jam, tea & sugar, our water supply is good the engineers bored for it & got it very good water

Sunday 2/5/15 6 PM Our usual evening reception is now on have just counted about 50 shells which landed in the water 100 yards from the shore the Turks do make some holes there. About a mile to our right the shore is pretty flat & here the Turks expected us to land they have the beach covered with wire entanglements & I suppose mines, but our heads knew a thing or two & landed us at the cliffs altho the Turks were in large numbers there they had no entanglements, the naval men who landed us say it was the most brilliant bayonet charge ever made if you could see what our boys had to face you would understand. Monday 3/5/15 I’ve been through hell & out again. Last night the New Z took a hill & I think still hold it, our section got called out at 9PM & I got in for a spell at mid day today, some of the wounds are awful, I saw some of our chaps getting up to the trenches, the Turks had a machine gun trained on them not a man escaped, today was the heaviest casualties since last Sunday we worked (35?) (22?) hours without a spell, the snipers were very bad today bullets chipping up the ground all round us none of our chaps hit, some big shells evidently from the Dardenelles hit a transport today.

Tuesday 4/5/15 Sent cable home & post cards very quiet today.

Wednesday 5/5/15 From a Turk prisoner who says that Turks are led to believe that Australians are barbarians & if they surrender will gouge their eyes out etc this is what German officers are telling them. A bit about myself when we landed we threw down our packs & got to work straightaway that was the last I saw of my pack all I possessed was what I stood up in eventually I found my overcoat & haversack but some kind person had been through it & taken all my tobacco & mirror that Kath gave me all they left was my razor & shaving brush & soap but I’m getting on all right now I found a shirt & a pair of socks & a new pack (?), but I would give something for a blanket it’s pretty cold at night with only an overcoat. I reckon a tin of insectibane or Keatings would be like Beeachams pills worth a guinea a tin. I met the Rev Mr Gillison (St Georges St Kilda) up near the trenches cheering the boys up & helping the wounded down he was delighted to see me as I was him.

Thursday 6/3/15 At 1am this morning we were called out to embark (2nd Brigade) at 4am we boarded lighters & were towed out to a minesweeper & embarked on her (Folkstone) after 1 ½ hours sail we disembarked at Cape Hellis at the place where the British & French landed & marched inland to about 1 ½ miles behind the firing line where we are camped in a gully in the middle of a vineyard. Our guns British & French are giving the Turks a fearful bombardment the shells are shrieking over my head something awful 

Friday 7/5/15 We are still bonbarding the Turkish trenches our forces advanced yesterday, the weather in the daytime is beautiful but bitterly cold at night. I had a look today where the Tommies landed the “River Clyde” was beached & they rushed out of holes cut in her side but how they suffered the forts blew them to pieces until our ships settled them, the barbed wire was right in the water their landing must have been worse than ours I was told they lost 500 men in landing.

Sat 8/5/15 Moved up near the firing line our brigade went into the trenches this afternoon at 5.30 they charged the Turks gained 1000 yards but what slaughter goodness knows how many of our boys are left we had to carry the wounded 4 miles during the night. 

Sunday 9/5/15 At dawn this morning we went up to the trenches just as we left the Turks opened fire on us, I gave my self up I never thought we had a chance of getting through we had no cover, we gripped the stretchers & stooping low made a run for it the bullets showered the dirt over us but Providence was with us & we got through without a scratch we moved 500 wounded men in 24 hours. We were helped by the BAMC today who put their waggons at our disposal, which made things much easier for us to only having to carry about 1 mile. We lost 3 men in our corp last night all seriously wounded J Robinson, Adamms & Rennie. The Indians are great friends of ours they cant do enough for us, in fact we are the most popular troops here  (scrubbed - - (?) (?) much of the French infantry they’ve got no “guts”) but their artillery is magnificent. The French Zauaves or (?-&-) Turcos are good fighters but don’t like the shrapnell. Two L’dale boys wounded L.Watt & Bert Reid.

Monday 10/5/15 Rather quiet today we are still up near the trenches, Capt Matthieson severly wounded in head today, Curran (?) wounded, have just been watching the Turks trying to bring down one of our aeroplanes, they are firing shrapnell at him right over our heads & the bits of shells & bullets are dropping all around us.

Tuesday 11/5/15 Except for a bit of shrapnell things are a bit quiet today. I had a nasty experience a couple of nights ago My (?) squad taking a man to the rear from the line & we got bushed we wandered about falling into trenches until we struck an Indian who put us on to the right track, coming back it was worse we kept getting into the Indian trenches & we not being able to speak their lingo nor they ours we stood a good chance of being shot of course once the Indians could see our uniforms all was right we thought the best thing to do was to wait till daylight which we did.

Wed. 12/5/15 Today we came from the trenches for a few days spell, we want it,last night & today it poured with rain everyone of us wet through for hours no shelter of any sort our dug outs filled with water, a heavy bombardment going on at present.

Thurs 13/5/15 The enemy got a big gun into position today & have made it very uncomfortable for us, it sends a nasty feeling through you to hear the shells coming, & you wait to see it burst not knowing if its going to blow you up you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it missed & you wait for the next. I went for a walk round the forts, if you could see the effects of “Lizzies” shells great guns weighing tons twisted up like wire.

Friday 14/5/15 I had a miraculous escape from being blown to pieces today. I was standing talking to Capt. Chambers along side of his dugout, which he had just come out of, when a shell dropped right in to it, we were showered with dirt & debris but got off without a scratch, from then on for an hour we were shelled unmercifully 7 shells at a time, we counted 127 burst in a radius of 100 yards of our camp, 4 or 5 were hit but nothing serious. Went to find Billy Mac today & learned he is reported missing, but found “Smiler” (?s”?) who is all right.  

Sat 15/5/15 Pretty quiet today except for shrapnell this mornng.

Sunday 16/5/15 More shrapnell this morning with a bit of Lyddite for a change. A sudden order at 11am to move off to embark, went aboard HMS Reindeer at 5pm bound for we don’t know where, dropped anchor at 6pm at the same place we first landed (Kapa Tepe).

Monday 17/5/15 Disembarked at 7am under heavy shell fire, received letters from Mum & Kath 22/3 Sent Pcard & letter to Mum & Kath (2(?)). since left here the Turks have got a battery mounted on our right & are giving us hell, I want to get out for a drink but dare not leave my dug out ½ a dozen shells have burst within a few yards of me & sent me quite deaf for a while 2 of our boys wounded this afternoon Barnett (?) & a reinforcement. Letters from Kath & Mum 17/4/15

Tuesday 18/5/15 I don’t know what its like in France but we have 2 battalions of Marines with us who were in Antwerp when it fell & they tell us that this is 10 times worse than there, they had trenches properly made there, we had to dig ours under a heavy fire. I’ve seen 70 (?-10?) of our guns at Cape Hellis bombarding the Turks position. I cant describe it, it wants to be see to understand.

Wed 19/5/15 What a time we had today I’m sure the Turks have fired hundreds of shells at us I lay in my dug out from daylight till 9.30 before I could get out to get a bit of breakfast we were all in the same boat. We had no casualties in our corp today. From a Turkish newspaper who describes the Australians as blacks & cannibals & states that it is the first time the peninsular has been purged by heathens & finally (?) states that we have been driven into the sea. Turks attacked tonight.

Thursday 20/5/15 I got a nasty shock today a shell burst 10 ft away from my dug out, which fortunately I was in, all I got was smothered with dirt but poor Bill Rudd was killed on the spot & Bill Drysdale severely wounded it quite unnerved me for a while Wrote to Mum.

Friday 21/5/15 The quietest day since we landed. At 9am geart excitement prevailed, riding at full gallop on the point about 1 mile on our right where fort Kap & Tepe is or was, were 6 horsemen with a great white flag

After a good deal of delay our HQ & interpreters with a white flag made of a towel tied to a stick went out to meet them, & brought a Turkish officer back with them, a short, stumpy man, you would think he had just stepped out of a band box, his “mow” was waxed out, & his uniform was spotless, you would never think he was at war, we are anxiously waiting the result of the confab, we know that most of the Turks want to surrender, but are afraid to on account of German Officers their casualties are enormous.

Sat 22/5/15 Another confab with the enemy today very quiet all day

Sunday 23/5/15 Our ships bombarded the Turkish position on our right very heavy this morning. Most of our Light Horse are here now turned into infantry. A German Taube (aeroplane) flew over this morning & dropped as couple of bombs one dropped quite close to us they cause a fearful explosion when they burst more than shells. Taylor Allan & Thornton wounded

Monday 24/5/15 We now know what all the white flag was about it was for an armistice to bury the dead & today we have had 9 hours without a shot being fired from either side, both our men & the Turks are outside the trenches burying the dead which must number thousands, about 9 tenths Turks, the stench is awful these dead Turks have been lying some of them only a few feet from our trenches, for 5 days that was when they made a vicious attack but were horribly cut up. It is the first time for 30 days that we’ve known what it’s like not to hear bullets & shells whistling overhead, it seems like, well I can’t describe what it’s been like to walk about & know your not likely to be shot. I saw C Noden (?), Smiler, & Ben Briers today.

Tuesday 25/5/15 A sad calamity today at 7(?) PM the HMS “Triumph” was torpedo by submarine about 3 miles from shore right opposite where we camped we saw everything she heeled over to one side & sank in about 10 minutes, most of the crew were saved. Very wet weather most uncomfortable.

Wed 26/5/15 It makes me smile when I looked back on how I lived at home & how I live now. I have a shave when I can, perhaps once a week, in the same water clean my teeth & in the same water have a wash, amount of water, a cup full, our water has got a bit scarce the Turks sank 2 of our water barges anyway we’re not supposed to wash, we each cook our own meals when we can get a chance if you’re unlucky enough not to have got yours cooked before dark thats the end of it. What we do cook, well we break our biscuits up & soak them then boil them add a little sugar & you have a sop, then bully beef we boil it, fry it stew it, poach it or grill it any way we can make it taste different, then sometimes we get a bit of bacon, or dried vegetables all the time we are getting our “tucker” ready we chance being “plonked” with shrapnel, 3 of our chaps got hit the other evening while cooking their tea, oh I forgot we had fresh meat issued twice and wasn’t it a treat, fried steak never tasted anything better, but what would I give for a loaf of fresh bread it’s nearly 6 weeks since I tasted bread.

Thursday 27th May 1915 Very quiet today (?) Majestic sunk Sent Pcard to Kath

Friday 28/5/15 Mail day we are all excitement this after noon our letters were delivered we were like a lot of school boys I got 4 from home, from Kath, J Moroney, E Bartlett, J O’Rourke, also 4 papers. If our people at home could only see the effect of getting letters they would never stop writing.

Sat 20/5/15. Except for a bit of shelling things rather quiet today altho at 3a.m. this morning the Turks blew up some of our trenches & then charged with hand grenades but we gave it to them hot our losses 100 killed & wounded theirs 300 & 18 prisoners.

Sunday 30/5/15. Our tenth division came ashore only 2 (?) this morning & up to midday everything was very quiet but now we are getting it hot a bullet has just come through my waterproof sheet which I have over my dugout to keep the sun off I said some pretty warm things about those Turks cos’ that hole will let water in when it rains. One good thing is that we got rid of the snipers the amount of damage they did was enormous, with their faces & rifles painted green & their bodies covered with bushes it was impossible to find them being so well hidden in the scrub, some were dg in the ground with just their rifle & head out, others were in natural (?) caves it was only by diligent searching by parties specially told off for this work that we have got rid of them, you must know that they were in our lines, when the turks retreated these snipers who were told off stopped behind, & so got us between two fires & they made a speciality of officers & non coms, we had to take our Red Cross brassard off our arms they made too good a target.

Monday 31/5/15 Very quiet all day a gift of a tin of cigarettes from our Tent division very welcome.

Tuesday 1/6/15 The weather is very hot, most of us go about half naked, at night one can sleep without any blankets.  

Wed 2/6/15  Very quiet nothing doing at all  its a case of you stop where you are & we’ll stop where we are.

Thurs 3/6/15 One of our batteries is hidden in or camp it has been for the last 3 weeks & is doing great work, I suppose if the Turk could see it they would say we were abusing the Red Cross but as we have no flag flying everything is all right. I might say that the 3rd Amb camped on this spot when we were at Helles & they put up a Red Cross flag in a prominent position the result was they got shelled out & had to leave.

Friday 4/6/15. Did 12 hours duty up at trenches today casualties very slight.

Sat. 5/6/15. Very heavy fighting all last night but our losses small.

Sunday6/6/15. Sent Pcards to Mum Kath Auntie Louie & Bedbrook, heard officially that Billy McLeod is killed.

Monday 7/6/15. During the day we suffer fearfully from heat & flies the sun is very fierce & the flies worse than I’ve known than anywhere I have stopped.

Tuesday 8/6/15. Very little fighting during the day we find it a job to put in our time.

Wed 9/6/15. Met “Budgee” Reynolds (3rd Batt) today am just going on duty (7p.m.) 12 hours up at the trenches.

Thurs 10/6/15. Water is pretty scarce the wells the engineers sunk have all dried up it is a crime for any man to wash himself or his clothes or dishes in fresh water. After being on night duty we try to sleep during the day but its impossible the heat & flies, we could stand heat but the flies beat the band. Plenty of shrapnel this morning, but very little damage.

Friday 11/6/15. More shrapnel today with a few Jack Johnstons to break the monotony that’s all they did break.

Sat 12/6/15. A little bit of mail came to light today this mail has been muddled up, I got a letter from Mum & 2 post cards from Mr Peter Hulston (?) I must say a word about the destroyers with us since the Triumph was sunk, we have had 4 torpedo destroyers patrol the coast, you must know & on both sides of us tight to the waters edge are Turks that is when the destroyers give them a chance to get there, they keep their searchlights on the beach & in land all night & if they see anything moving bang goes a shell at them, a party of Turks came right on the beach in broad daylight & started to dig themselves in, I don’t think many got away.

Sunday 13/6/15. Today we had ¼ lb bread issued to each man the first piece of bread I’ve tasted for 3 weeks just been watching one of our planes who dropped 4 bombs in the Turks lines.

Monday 14/6/15. Quiet all day up till 7 p.m. & then tons of shrapnel right on us Thompson hit (?)

Tuesday 15/6/15. Sent card to Kath. From 6 to 7 this evening we’ve been shelled with shrapnel & percussion(?) they got on to one of our supply depots 50 yards in front of us, biscuits, jam, bully beef etc going sky high we’re wondering how we’re going to get on for tucker as we draw from this depot.

Wed 16th June 1915. Was doing 12 hours at trenches today & got a very hot time from shells, the Turks bombarded us for about 2 hours, we got safely through that, got back to camp 7 p.m. & while getting our tea, bang comes a shell right among us poor “Curley” Densley was the only one hit & he got it through the head very bad.

Thurs 17 June 1915 Plenty of shells all day they are getting worse than ever from Galia Tepe its now 7.30 PM for the last hour they have been shelling us & the Army Service which is only 50 yards in front of us all our tucker is going up in the air, as I write this the shells are bursting just over my head, so far nobody has been hit & up to now close on 100 shells have burst on us.

Friday 18/6/15 A couple of nights ago just about 5 PM 2 or 3 barrells were washed ashore a crowd soon collected & many were the tips made after smelling them as to what they contained some said beer others vinegar, wine etc  they soon knocked a hole in the end & out poured wine (claret) the news spread like a bush fire, buckets, biscuit tins anything that would hold it, but a lot drank not wisely but too well never such a lot of drunks in my life, but all the same it was dead funny, the Turks opened fire with shrapnell on them while they were filling up their tins but not a man would move shrapnell or no shrapnell fortunately nobody was hit, 6 barrells were washed up on our beach & many more on the part  held by the Turks, we surmise they came from the “Triumph”, we have one (?) our (?) big grievance & that’s about our mails there are 3 mails due for us where they are nobody seems to know. Got word today that Curley Densley died.

Sat 19/6/15 Our long looked for mail arrived today which caused much joy. The Turks are pretty lively tonight with shells a “Jack Johnston” just a few minutes ago burst in the centre of our camp made a hole you could put a horse & cart in but fortunately nobody was hit

Sunday 20/6/15 8 weeks today since we landed, 8 weeks & never knowing what minute you are going to get bowled over, its a bit trying on the nerves, a lot of chaps are getting the jumps, I am beginning to feel it a bit myself.

Monday 21/6/15. We’ve got another trouble on us now a sniper has got the track in front of our camp picked off the only track we can use he got 6 chaps in 2 days, every time we go along we wonder if we’ll get past just as we get off the track we get zip, ping, past your ear, you just mutter missed you swine & hurry on.

Tuesday 22nd 23rd 24th 25th 26th June 15. Things have got very quiet Mail day letters from Mum, Kath Mrs Bennett J.

Sunday 27/6/15. I had a very narrow squeak today I was talking to Sgt Aitken on the edge of my dug out, when we both slid, by force of habit on hearing a shell come behind the sandbags, the shell struck 2 ft behind the bags & exploded, we were both knocked silly for a minute or two, but we had to laugh after when we saw what we were buried under.

Monday 28/6/15. This morning the forces at Cape Helles attacked & bodies of Turks were seen leaving here to reinforce Cape Helles, so our men made a mock advance which brought all the reinforcements back, they thinking we were going to advance, we kept them from Cape Helles, but it was costly, & we have been going all day, our casualties about 200. We lost 2 of our own corp today “Scotty” Lanlines killed Torrens seriously wounded this brings the losses in our own corp up to 38.

Tuesday 29/6/15. Turks attacked Quinn’s Port tonight but were repulsed with heavy loss.

Wed 30/6/15. Very quiet all day.

Thurs 1/7/15. In orders from G.O.C. this morning that I been mentioned in Despatches for acts of gallantry & devotion to duty, am quite proud but consider other men ought to have got a mention as well as me.

Fr Sat Sun Mond. All very quiet.

Tueday 6/7/15. The turks have got some new big guns in position we got our first taste this morning,9” shells they fire. At 7 p.m. this evening had a very lively time 6 shells burst within a few feet of my dug out a dozen of us who were camped had to get for our lives.

Wed 7/7/15 Innoculated against Cholera today.

Thurs Fri Sat. Very quiet.

Sunday 11/7/15. The devils got on to our camp this evening with shrapnel & gave us a lively hour we lost 1 man Thomas severely wounded.

Monday 12/7/15. They started to move at daylight this morning, for about 4 hours we were heavily bombarded with shrapnel, etc.  Mail day I got one from Mum & Kath date2/6/15. I shouldn’t care to be on just now, the Navy are giving it a fearful bombardment, hope the Tommies are going to try & take it tonight.

Tuesday 13/7/15. The poor old 2nd Brigade are getting it again 85 casualties today all from shell fire in the trenches.

Wed 14/7/15. Wrote letters to Bob Morton G. Blake Kath PC to Kath Mum A Pearce C Bartlett Mrs Relph. Received letters from Mum & Kath 9/2/15. 

Thurs & Friday. Very quiet. Sat 17/7/15. A German (?) flew over this morning & dropped 2 bombs near our camp but did not do any damage.

Sunday 18/7/15.An incident occurred today which I must relate. At about 5 this afternoon a “gg” (?) shell burst at the back of the hill on which we are camped, tons of dirt etc came over us, & amongst it a great snake with its head blown off, it landed right in the dug out one of our chaps was in.

Monday 19/7/15. The Turks have got a machine gun trained on to the main road leading to the beach where he can sweep the beach it has finished all bathing until after dark.

Tuesday 20/7/15. Very quiet. Issued with gas helmets.

Wed 21/7/15. At 8 p.m. this evening Col McVeigh held a service in our camp the first we’ve had since we landed I’ve attended a few services but never one like this the Chaplain stood on the edge of a gun pit while we sat round the edge of a great hole which a Turk’s shell had made a few weeks ago, we sang hymns to the accompaniment of rifle fire & bullets whistling overhead. All denominations attended any dress we were in, some stripped to the waist others with only a pair of boots & a shirt on, the Col sang out never mind about getting dressed boys come as you are, & we came it was most impressive.

From 22/7/15 to 2/8/15. I’ve been on the sick list & off duty had a severe bout of dysentery. A German Taube has been causing us a bit of trouble lately dropped 3 bombs quite close to our camp also a lot of steel darts, but I think the damage is practically nil.

3/8/15. More bombs from the Taube but no damage.

4/8/15. Great preparations for our big advance are being made some 8000 “Tommies” landed tonight.

5/8/15. More Tommies landed tonight.

6/8/15 Frid. At 3 p.m. this afternoon our guns started a heavy bombardment on the Turks’ trenches & at 5.30 our boys jumped over our parapets & charged them with the bayonet we captured 4 rows of trenches on our right & other parts of the line was partially successful our casualties heavy.

7/8/15 Sat At daylight we saw that a big force of Tommies had landed on our left including Sikhs & Gurkas they have advanced some 4 miles 

8/8/15 Am having my first spell since last Friday am pretty well knocked up, up to date we have taken about 2000 prisoners

9/8/15 Still very busy, great work being done on our left.

10/8/15 Had some narrow escapes from 11 inch shells today they were bursting right about our dressing station one buried 6 of infantry chaps standing along side us, & then I get back to our camp for a spell I’m blowed if a monitor doesn’t put a shell in our camp casualties in our corp heavy, Beny Armstrong McDonald RS killed Matthews, Sommerton Jacobs (?) Studgell (?) Clarke wounded. Wrote to Mun Mrs Short Les Johnston, & Kath (sealed)

11/8/15 Wed Our casualties very heavy on our left mostly Tommies & Indians capture quantity of ammunition

12/8/15 (Thurs) In our charge last Friday night on Lonesome Pine beside capturing 4 rows of trenches we got 10 machine guns & a hotch-kiss & over one million rounds of ammunition. One cannot help feeling sorry for the Turks I’ve seen hundreds of them we (got) took prisoners & the fearful wounds they had its marvellous how they stand against our shell fire, (?) we all admit the Turk is a game fighter except when it comes to the bayonet. We also captured 6 German officers but I’m hanged if I felt sorry for them. Had a look at Lonesome from Johnston’s Jolly today, think we’ve got old Abdul well stoushed there but reckon he holds us at Chess Board, German 6 trench & Quinns Post, The Turks trenches are beautifully made are practically safe from shrapnell, in the Lonesome trenches (indecipherable scratched) what a sight at daylight, the dead lying 4 deep about 3 to 1 of ours & the Turks have been burying their dead in their trenches & its like walking on a spring mattress in some parts here the trenches are only 3 yds apart they can’t fire rifles at each other so they throw bombs, rotten things these hand bombs made of nails slugs (?) stones put in a jam tin with a stick of dynamite & a fuse light the fuse & throw it over they make a horrible mess of a chap (s? or .?) practically plug him full of holes.

13/8/15 Friday Today we were issued with lice bags, containing some sort of powder suppose to keep the lice away, don’t think they much good, don’t notice any falling off myself.

14/8/15 Sat Shifted our camp today to Braunds (?) hill just behind the firing line.

Sund 15/8/15 PC to Kath & Mrs Short very quiet

Monday 16/8/15 16 weeks we’ve been in the firing line without relief its cruel the heads must be mad not to give us a spell, its breaking our spirit, hundreds of men being sent away every week utterly run down we are nearly all suffering from diahorea & dysentry, & hundreds of men are suffering from Barcoo rot every scratch we get if not seen to immediately turns septic, the flies are so bad.

Tues 17/8/15 Our aero’s must have done something this evening 5 (?or 3?) of them flew over us going in direction of “Constanti” later on we were visited by 2 Taubes. Troopship torpedoed off Alex. 1000 lives lost  reinforcement 29th Div. (?)

Wed 18th/8/15 Sent letters to Mum, J Ross, Mrs Relph Had a rotten experience this night just going off to sleep when I felt something on my leg, shoved my hand under blanket & knocked it off but not before he had bitten me a beautiful black centipede 6” long except very swollen & sore am feeling no ill effects am glad to say Great life a soldiers life 

Thurs 19/8/15  Parcel from Kath. Just been having a lively half hour from 9” Turks shells, they’ve put them all round our camp.

Fri Sat 20 & 21st/8/15 Great attack this afternoon on our left by Irish regiments & our 5th Brigade very successful as far as we can hear

Sunday 22nd/8/15 Camped along with Connaught Rangers (?) we have great talks, their all straight from Ireland, they are filled with admiration for we Australians reckon we’re the finest soldiers in the world, but it takes us all our time to understand them, real brogue.

Monday 23/8/15 Letters & papers from Kath.

Tuesday 24/8/15 Nothing doing, sent Service card & sealed letters to Mum & Kath

Wed. 25/8/15 Letters from Mum, A. Bedbrook

Thurs 26 Friday 27 Sat 28 Nothing doing letters from Mum & A Bedbrook

Sun 29/8/15 Wrote to A Bedbrook A Stallworthy Cards to Mum & Kath

Monday Tues. Wed Nothing doing letter from Nan

Thurs 2.9.15 Wrote to Mum, Dick Nan

Friday Sat Sunday 5/9/15 6th Brigade landed, met J Skene, Garrett, G Addison

Monday Tues Wed 8/9/15 Wrote to Kath PC to Mum & Kath

Thurs 9/9/15 & Friday 10/9/15 Orders this afternoon to prepare to embark, boarded barges 8 PM towed to HMS Clacton (?) arrived Lemnos Island 10 am marched into camp, tired, dirty, ragged, crummy (?), hungry, but happy, the first time for 5 months that we have not heard the crack of rifles & scream of shells. So far the 1st & 2nd brigades have been relieved.

Sat 11/9/15 Good food & nothing to do, eggs & bacon steak, fresh bread etc & a small bottle of stout per man, plenty of sleep it seems almost too quiet to be true.

Sunday 12/9/15 bit of mail in got one from Mum, Kit & A Johnston

Monday 13/9/15 After having 12 months without rain tonight we were flooded out had a good nights sleep, standing up with water running over our boots.

Tues 14/9/15 Wed 15/9/15 Wrote to Mum & Kath.

Thurs 16/9/15 Our lost mail turned up, one from Mum, Kath, Vera, E Nicholson, & papers flooded out again today by gum it can rain here.

Friday 17/9/15 Of the original 108 bearers who landed on 25 April only 30 of us came off last Friday we had 15 killed & 55 wounded remainder sick, we had our 6th reinforcements & came off 60% below strength. Letter from Kath & Vera, 4/8/15

Sat 18th Sund 19th

Monday 20/9/15 Promoted to rank of Corporal today ( (Pro-?) or first?

Tues. 21/9/15, Wed 22/9/15 letters from Mum & Kath Hilda Win. Wrote to Mum, Kath, G Tait.

Thurs Fri Sat 25/9/15 Great excitement among Greeks  Starting to mobilize

Sunday 26/9/15 All Greeks making for Castro the capital of this island, but we can’t find out who they are going to war against

Monday Tues 27/9/15 Med exam today passed

Wed Thursday 30/9/15 Letters to Mum & Kath (cutting)

Monday 4/10/15 Letters from Mum Kath OR. Auntie Claire G Clements, Bess (?) Mrs Relph

Wed 6/10/15 Wrote to A Reay (?) mum Kath. OR A Bedbrook Aunt Claire C Clements. 1(?)/10/15 Letters from Mum, Kath, A Johnston E Bartlett, & paper

14/10/15 Wrote to Mum, Kath, E Bartlett A Seline (?)

21/10/15 Wrote to Mum Kath, Dick

26/10/15 Wrote to Mum, Kath, JPOR, Bob Morton

30/10/15 Met H Hunt Outbreak of diptheria in 2nd Brigade result is were all in quarantine not allowed outside our lines going to have a pleasant time, I don’t think

2/11/15 lots of roumers that we’re going to Salonica. Letters from Mum Kath G Moroney JPOR, Stan, Vera, Mrs Relph.

3/11/15 Sent letters & Money to mum & Kath. Cards to Winnie E Bart Nan C Clements, A Johnston, Dr Short, letters to J Moroney  (Morney?)

10/11/15 Isolation lifted today Letters from Mum (scratched) Win, Kath, Beat. Sent letters to Mum Kath PC to Mrs Relph Beat, Dick
received parcel from Kath

11/11/15 today our brigade (2nd) was inspected by Lord Kitchener who in a great speech congratulated us on our doings he also brought a message from the King congratulating us such praise coming from Kitchener himself made us feel very cocky.

17/11/15 Revelli at 4am this morning this being our 3rd attempt to go back to Anzac the first time diphtheria stopped us & we were quarantined for 14 days the second time we were stopped by bad weather, today we marched out of camp at 7 am & got aboard HMS Waterwicket(?) & were transferred to transport, the wind by this time was blowing a small gale stopped on transport for 2 hours a terrific gale blowing now, orders now came to disembark weather too bad at Anzac so off we got & marched back to camp which we reached at 4 PM, for a fair dinkum mess up this beats the band, we’re now waiting for weather to moderate

18th 19th 20th 21st  A roaring gale these 4 days bitterly cold, just a mild sample of what winter will be like

25/11/15 wrote to Mum & Kath, Played 7th Batt footie beaten by one point (yesterday) 7th Batt left today no sign of us moving, we’ve got 20 men in hospital looks as if we are to stop here & look after the troops as they come from the Front. Had a mock trial by jury tonight Hassan accused MacOrck (?) (?) for defence self Crown prosecution caused great fun

28/11/15 First fall of snow today very light but enough to let us know what its like, a howling bitterly cold gale blowing up a 3am this morning putting out tent up very choice (?)

1/12/15 Wrote to Mum, Kath, H Hunt Arthur Bedbrook, PJOR Miss Burge.

5/12/15 Received letter from Mum dated 5/10/15.

8/12/15  Wrote to Mum Kath G Rayson (?)

11/12/15 Letters from Aunt Lottie Uncle Alec Dr Short Sylvia (?)  (?)  Blake

12/12/15 Something big on if we only knew what it is, 5 & 6th Batt 4th L Horse 7th Brigade all arrived here today every one with the same idea that we are going to give up Anzac just fancy it will break our hearts after all we’ve done there to give it back (?) before we’ve finished, but we bow our hearts to our Generals; they know best. 

14/12/15 More troops coming in today wrote to Mum, Kath, Geo Blake Aunt Lottie Uncle Albert Sylvie Gowler (?) 

15/12/15 Troops arriving by thousands

16/12/15 It is now quite certain that we are leaving, Anzac troops arriving daily

17th 18th 19th 20th  More troops coming in

21/12/15 At 4am this morning the last of our boys left Anzac. What a wonderful piece of work something like 40,000 Australians & New Zealanders have left Anzac & are safely here, without losing a man, evidently the Turks know nothing about it, what a shock they will get when they find nobody in our trenches, we all feel it very much and are a little down hearted at leaving the place, we so dearly won but we must have confidence in our Generals, if it had been left to the men not a man would have left, but when once comes to look at it, we were not doing much good there only keeping a small portion of Turks engaged, it is quite certain that the ‘cards’ cannot be forced, we did our work when we first landed & smashed up the flower of the Turkish army, I will now close this book on the day we finished at Anzac & say here endeth the first chapter of the Australian Ex. Force, I wonder where our next (?) chapter will start.
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footnote: ‘Win’ or ‘Winnie’ is my grandmother; Ralph and win had the same Mother, but different fathers as Ralph’s father died when ralph was quite young. More can be read about Win’s Father under the  ’Truelove’ entry.

December 10, 2007

Vale Murray Brown

I attended the funeral of Murray Brown last week; he was a good friend over many years.  Listening to his story and seeing the hundreds of people present, caused me to reflect on death, hope and the Kingdom of God. 

About twenty years ago we used to meet weekly to discuss a range of things.  We almost always seemed to end up discussing theology; we were both Anglicans, but from differing parts of the Anglican theological spectrum.  Our greatest point of divergence was our views of the significance of the atonement and this led to some lively debates.

In reference to what happens after death, I can only guess. If we knew what to expect, if we could say with any certainty that we were going to a ‘better place’, then death would not be such an important part of our human journey in relationship with God.

I understand that God is consistent, fair and unconditionally loving. Based on this hope, and based on a belief that God is responsible for humanity, I hope for the parousia, that is a Christo-centric an eschatology.

In my life I seem to relate to God in ways where there is much running in circles; alternately ignoring, praying, rebelling, surrendering, hating, and loving.

When I am remote from God, I am unloving, or fearful toward myself and others. Perhaps, during those times, I am in ’sin’. By answering to the fearful side of myself, I hurt myself and others. I experience absence, loneliness, and probably the taste of ‘Hell’.

Then there are those times when I find myself able to move lovingly toward myself and others. I am able to be unafraid, generous, loving, real, and caring. Then I am answering the call of grace. In those times, I believe I can experience true community, God, and perhaps a taste of ‘Heaven’.

Hope is different from optimism. Optimism fails to acknowledge the human experience. Life is hard, good people suffer and die. Bad things do happen to good people. Hope acknowledges these things, but it also takes the stance that the future holds more good than bad. It believes in the possibility of a desired outcome and then it actively works toward that outcome. Hope in Christian theology follows the historical progression from the early Hebrew prophets through to a Christian understanding of eschatology in relation to everyday life.

The Hebrew understanding of God, was the God of the covenant, a God who makes and keeps promises. God was powerful enough to enter into history and alter political and social events. The covenantal promise - I will be your God and you will be my people - led to a hope in God intervening in their own history, creating a time of prosperity and peace.

This was expressed in the stories of Abraham and Moses, both of which express a new kind of hope in God. In both stories, the time between the covenant and its fulfillment is many years. Both stories depict a God who makes personal promises and is true to His word.

This is the key to understanding the thinking and teaching of Jesus of Nazareth and the early Christian church. Christian theology is ultimately connected with God’s covenant alongside the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. These events form the foundational structure of Christian eschatology, the Kingdom of God.

Christianity teaches about a grace-filled present, as well as an eschatological future based on metanoia; which is usually interpreted to mean repentance. The ‘resurrection’ of Jesus is a new and different way of being in relationship with God. It carries a promise - not that people will not suffer or die, but that God is with them in this.

The late Jim Punton spoke of Christ’s mission being about creating shalom - complete well-being of body, mind, spirit, community, economically, politically - the whole of life and he liked to quote Jeremiah:

"Seek the shalom of the city where I have sent you … and pray to the Lord on its behalf; for in its shalom you will find your own shalom."

I wonder what Murray would think of my theology now?

As a post script; I would venture to say there is no way around grief and loss. Sooner or later you have to face it and then your world will never be the same as again.  The death of my brother, Geoff, in 1985 was the beginning for me and it has taken me down many dark roads. 

October 30, 2007

Charles Truelove

Charles St. George Truelove (b. 1850 in Somers Town, London, England – d. 1 September 1909 in Melbourne, Australia) was the son of John Truelove (butcher) and Ann (née Williams).

He was a boy soprano in the St. George’s Chapel choir at Windsor Castle, England. Blessed with an “angelic face and a sweet childish voice”, young Charles was a personal favourite of Queen Victoria who would often request a private audience.

Truelove was subsequently apprenticed to an art furniture dealer in London and around 1879, he was assigned to accompany a consignment of furniture to Australia. The ship sank off the coast of Africa and somehow Truelove managed to journey to Australia minus the load of goods.

He found work with the Musgrove Opera Company in the clothing department. Later he joined the Soldene Comic Opera Company as a designer, until he created a sensation by producing provocatively tight-fitting costumes for the female performers.

Then he returned to his first love and achieved some success as a choirmaster organising groups to mark large occasions. In March 1883, the trustees of the St. Kilda Cemetery appointed a secretary-manager, a position that would allow them to delegate day-to-day managerial decisions. And so, the story goes, “some good friend decided that Charlie would make a good manager for a cemetery”. It may be that his position as choirmaster with All Saints’ (Anglican) Church, Chapel Street, St. Kilda had something to do with his good fortune. It was an unusual decision by the trustees to appoint an incumbent with limited business experience at a time when available space for some denominations was scarce and talk of the impending new Metropolitan Cemetery being established that would affect the future of the St. Kilda Cemetery.

Truelove also trained the original choir for St Paul’s Cathedral. This training started in January 1888 at All Saints St. Kilda. The St Paul’s Cathedral Choir is noted as one of Australia’s foremost choral ensembles. From the day in January 1891 when it proudly sang at the Cathedral’s official opening, it has aspired to lift up the hearts and minds of all who listen. Truelove also trained and led the Masonic Choir in Melbourne and they presented him with a fine baton to acknowledge the contribution to the Choir.

Immediately after Truelove’s appointment, the cemetery funds increased dramatically. From a balance of just £888 in 1881, it reached £6,274 a decade later. This was the era of the ‘land boom’ when the rush to be rich brought about spectacular paper profits. From thereon it reached a high of £7,179 in 1895 before declining as the Trust carried out capital works, the highest amount spent totalling £2,721 in 1896. Truelove achieved this dramatic increase by a combination of branching into grave decoration and maintenance, through the establishment of a plant nursery, double selling rights of burial, the re-use of graves to unsuspecting purchasers and converting floral borders, ornamental areas and paths into gravesites. For example, the three floral roundabouts to the west of the cemetery along Hotham Street were converted to gravesites between 1890 and 1894. Not just was Truelove able to increase the credit balance, he also introduced the sounds of music to the cemetery by enlisting the gravediggers who responded by singing with zest, much to the acclaim of the public. Another of Truelove’s initiatives was the establishment of a nursery within the cemetery in which he held a share. The nursery would provide a new source of income to fund the maintenance of the cemetery when the new Metropolitan Cemetery would force the closure of St. Kilda. This scheme continued for a few years until 1896 when the government ordered it to be closed after the Crown solicitor formed the view the trustees were acting outside of their powers. This did not stop Truelove from using his share to open “The Sunbeam Nursery” opposite the cemetery on Dandenong Road. Around the same time that the Trust decided to establish a cemetery nursery, a decision was made to branch into grave maintenance and decoration in direct competition with monumental masons. The trust contended that “persons who undertook such work gave scant satisfaction.” Besides, they argued, the Cemeteries Act empowered trustees to keep “every grave, vault, monument, cenotaph, wall fence, or other erection” in proper order. And so a works area in the cemetery grounds was established for this purpose.

Not everyone warmed to the Truelove charm and by the mid-1890s things began to unravel. Complaints from aggrieved letter writers would find their way in the daily press. In 1895, one writer ‘Pro Bono Publico’ complained against exorbitant fees which could be reduced if the trustees had not “thrown away money in lavish expenditure”. As another writer asked, “why is all the money spent on the nursery, building hot-houses, fernery, glass houses, wagons, coach houses, and manufacturing all kinds of material?” In 1896, no sooner had “The Sunbeam Nursery” been established than the company directors felt there was sufficient public demand for cemetery kerbing and later, monumental work. The “Adamant Grave Moulding and Maintenance Company Proprietary Limited” was formed and another branch was added to existing services of plant supplies.

By then Truelove had married a widow, Marie Elizabeth Goode nee Broadbent (1865- 1944). She bore two daughters: Kathleen Marie (Kit) (1897 - 1982; married Louis Herry, 1920) and Winifred Ida (1902 - 1980; married Louis Hall, 1929). The daughters were born at home in the lodge just inside the main gate of the Cemetery. Marie Truelove and the extended Broadbent family were placed in charge of the company.

In 1905, the local monument mason Hubert Tope of “Tope & Dear” would provide a written statement to the local member of Albert Park, George Elmslie MLA. In Parliament, Elmslie would allege that the trustees “did pay for a large amount of materials, such as bricks, cement, paint and c., which was used for the secretary’s wife’s firm without their paying for the same…” and the trustees paid the firm “£50 for plants which are still lying at the cemetery, and are not worth 50s”. There was also Truelove’s long time nemesis and Tope’s business partner Nathaniel Dear. As far back as March 1883, Dear ran foul with the trustees. This led to a long running saga of antagonism that culminated in an action of libel. In May 1897, Dear sued Truelove alleging slander. The statement which Truelove admitted was “interpreted by Dear to imply that he [Dear] had obtained money by false pretences and had been guilty of fraudulent and improper practices”. Dear sought £249 in damages, but the Truelove charm continued in the courts and Dear lost the libel. Tope and Dear were behind a number of deputations calling for a board of inquiry into the cemetery when it was found that Truelove had established “The Sunbeam Company” in questionable circumstances. Dear was a prolific letter writer to the local St Kilda Council complaining of overcrowding and unsanitary conditions within the cemetery. Truelove would dismiss these complaints from “unprincipled petty tradesmen…seldom found among educated gentlemen” who gained “cheap advertisements” from the publicity.

When the long-running debate on the location of the new Metropolitan Cemetery at Springvale was finally settled, the sale of new gravesites was discontinued at St. Kilda Cemetery from 1 January 1901, effectively closing the cemetery. But Truelove was able to get around these provisions. One method was “to issue certificates to employees of the cemetery… for which they paid nothing and then persuade them to transfer said graves to…”Adamant Monumental Company“ for £1, the price of the ground to the public being £6 6s”. Another method used was the issuing of some 1,000 blank rights of burial signed by the trustees and back dating these (the trustees later denied signing blank deeds). To legitimise these burials, a special variation of the Discontinuance Order was required in 1906 to cover burials up to 15 December 1905, a few days before Truelove made haste and fled to avoid giving evidence at an inquiry ordered by the trustees (a warrant was issued for his arrest, but he managed to get away due to a police bungle). In 1906, Elmslie said in Parliament that the trustees knew “that there were improper practices going on”, but refused to investigate the allegations. An official board of inquiry held late in 1907 to investigate four specific matters.

Charles Truelove did eventually return to the cemetery, but this time to rest in peace; he died suddenly at Melbourne’s Alfred Hospital from diabetes and heart failure on 1 September 1909 aged 59 and was buried in an unmarked grave that ironically goes under one of the cemetery pathways.

Sources VGG 1899, p. 1326 & 1906, p. 1851. VPD (1905) pp. 2180-81 & (1906) pp. 2556-57. The Argus, 11 Sep 1905, p. 4 & 3 Sep 1909, p. 1. The Argus Week End Magazine 2 August 1947, pp. 2-3. The Age 9 Sept 1938. The Herald, 12 Nov 1895 p. 3, 25 Nov 1895 p. 3, 25 May 1897 p. 2, 26 May 1897 p. 1 & 28 May 1897 p. 4. St. Kilda Chronicle, 17 Mar 1882. DHS file on St. Kilda Cemetery Part I 93/387/121 455. Port Phillip City Archives file on St. Kilda Cemetery (Letters 7 Feb 1898, 16 May 1898 & 3 Dec 1898) Smith, J. Cyclopedia of Melbourne (1904), pp. 208-209. Howes, F.S. History of the Choir of St. Paul’s Cathedral Melbourne (1951) Blaickie, G. Scandals of Australia’s Strange Past (1963) pp. 36-42.

Charles’ daughter Winifred is my grandmother.

October 2, 2007

Vale Mainy

Perth and the footy community is stunned to hear of the death of Eagles wingman Chris Mainwaring. He played with distinction in the early years of the club.

Lots has been said and written already.  Clearly, its too early to work out exactly what the circumstances of his death were and we may never know what was happening in his life.

It has been reported that he was a likeable knockabout sort of bloke and most West Australians know that he took to working in the Channel 7 newsroom after hanging up his boots.

WA has lost a legend too young.  But what is it about the death of celebrity that touches people so deeply.  It might say something about the pedestal we put them on, it might also say something about our own lives.  Many other people die too young and yet one death like this can be devastating to so many people. 

Maybe, it is the fact that life itself is so fragile and deaths like this are a reminder of that.  It certainly makes one reflect on the Omnipotent.

Who was Nathaniel Jones?

People pondering about the Anglican Diocese of Sydney and its unique character within the Anglican Church may well ask the question  ’Who was Nathaniel Jones?’ and what role did he have in shaping the diocese into what it has become today.  Its clergy are almost exclusively trained at Moore Theological College (MTC) which has clearly had a profound impact on shaping the outlook and approach of its clergy.

I attended that college in 1978/79, when its Principal was ‘Broughton Knox’ and much has been written about Knox and his influence.  I was intriqued by many things of MTC as its ‘Evangelicalism’  seemed so  different to that of Melbourne where my Father had trained a generation earlier (later that contrast with brought into stark definition with their divergent positions on the ordination of women).  Another thing that was unexpected  by me at MTC was the number of ‘Brethren’ people amongst the student body and amongst the teaching staff.  On the latter, my recollection are of at least two lecturers from a Brethren background, Barry Webb and Graeme Cole; interestingly Cole later went on to become Principal of Ridley College in Melbourne.

Broughton Knox was one of a group of Sydney evangelicals produced by the Moore College of Canon Nathaniel Jones,  Bill Lawton who has written on the history of the Sydney Diocese  describes Knox as one of Jones’ "spiritual heirs" (God Who is Rich in Mercy, p.361). but what does this mean?  Currently there is very little available on the net about ‘Jones'’, which is odd when you notice the attention given to other Churchmen such as George King on the ADB website.  The little that can be gleaned is that before being appointed Principal at Moore  he had run a very small theological college in Bendigo.  It also appears he was Brethren.

Jones also had a lot of daughters and during his tenure at MTC they married men who went onto become the movers and shakers of the Sydney Diocese during the middle years of the last century.  Careful observers of the Sydney Diocesan hierarchy will have noticed there are some strong family lines running through the years and they will have noticed the links between those families.  Anecdotally, it has been suggested to me that they have ‘Brethren blood flowing through their veins’ or ‘Brethren genes’.  

You never know how true this might be!

September 26, 2007

‘Sir Ronald Wilson: A Matter of Conscience’ by Antonio Buti

This is a biography of the late Sir Ronald Wilson, who is well known for his role in the "Bringing Them Home" report (1997). That report remains topical and controversial with findings that are still being contested ten years after its publication.

Orphaned early in life, Wilson left school at fourteen to work as a courthouse messenger in Geraldton, later he moved to Perth and worked in the Crown Law Department. After being a WWII spitfire pilot Wilson returned to the Department eventually to become Crown Prosecutor, Counsel and Solicitor-General in WA. He later was appointed a High Court Justice, Deputy Chair of the Council for Aboriginal Reconciliation, President of the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission (HREOC) , Chancellor of Murdoch University, Royal Commissioner into ‘W.A. Inc.’ and President of the Uniting Church of Australia.

People interested in the history of land rights in Australia will be keen to read the discussion of his time on the High Court and how he reached his dissenting positions on Koowarta and Mabo (No1). Wilson was the President of HREOC when the Federal Attorney-General referred the issue of past and present practices of separation of Indigenous children from their families to HREOC. Buti’s book is framed in the context of Wilson’s role in that inquiry; it discusses his approach and the findings published in the ‘Bringing Them Home’ report. The volume talks of Wilson’s conversion like experience during the hearings, when he shifted from an intellectual response to a response from the heart. It also outlines the political storm the report generated and how various people attempted to undermine the report and its findings. Clearly, Wilson could have ended his involvement with the Inquiry when the report was complete; however Wilson kept campaigning on Aboriginal child removal and separation for many years. He saw the recognition and acknowledgement of this part of Australia’s shared history as being critical to the future of Australia. Professor Mick Dodson, who spoke at the Sydney launch of this book said "once you convince Ron Wilson, you can have no one more passionate as an advocate, he gives 120 per cent". This is an important biography given the role that Wilson had nationally in a number of spheres, it demonstrates something of the humor or the man and his intellect. Above all it shows his deep commitment to fellow human beings that arose from his personal faith. Sir Ronald Wilson: A Matter of Conscience

Antonio ButiUWA PRESS

978 0980296 41 9

August 20, 2007

Mark Bin Bakar Speech on acceptance of the 2007 National Award

Indigenous Person of the Year.

I would like to acknowledge that I stand here on Larrakia Country. 
I dedicate this award to my Mother, Phyllis and my Father Amat, my lovely wife, Tania and my two sons Jason and Lindsay.  They have been major supporters and the inspiration in keeping me moving along.  I would also like to acknowledge my brothers and sisters and the many extended family members who have always stood silently (and sometimes vocally) behind me.  I am happy and proud to win this very prestigious award for all of them.

My wife has been my rock, for me to stand tall on. Without her, I would not have been so lucky. As an Aboriginal woman, she has also carried many burdens, as a wife, friend, mother, daughter, sister.  Combined between us, we know the negative issues that effect Aboriginal people, and I mean everything; because we have also been affected by these things. I honour Tania in receiving this award.

I also acknowledge the many people who have supported me over the years; those who have believed in what I am doing for the common good of our Indigenous community, and also our broader community. There are too many to mention, but you know who you are.

It is an absolute honour to win this National NAIDOC award, as it indicates the recognition of my contribution, to our Indigenous community, on a holistic level, by my peers throughout Australia and, within the National NAIDOC committee.

It is an emotional historical period, not only in my life, but on a national level, to win this award when we are also celebrating and acknowledging the 40 year anniversary of Referendum; the 50th Years of NAIDOC, and the 10th anniversary of the Bringing Home Report.  It is an honour to receive Indigenous peoples’ recognition, and it is truly humbling. 

This award bestowed on me is a great award; to be given this award in this era of our peoples struggle, and continued suffering, is very moving for me. While there are prominent dates in our history and journey as Indigenous peoples, for me this day will go down in history for this unique reason.

“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe” – H.G.Wells

All the stars are aligned, my Liarn is very strong, and my belief in making a positive change, and contribution, to a united Australia that embraces our Indigenous community, is my ultimate goal.

The journey to this point in my life has been hard, painful and testing.  At times I have almost succumbed to surrender, to give up.  Being an Aboriginal person placed in a middle position between our mob and main stream Australia has at times been very difficult.  Despite all these obstacles; the passion, commitment and pride of my people always carry me through.

Our people, our community and our representatives are always tested by many hidden agendas along with people who wish to prosper on our suffering and our struggles. We must stand united, the Indigenous peoples of Australia and the many good spirited caring Non-indigenous peoples who believe in our struggle.

We can create a great change for our people, and I mean as Australians as a whole, to claim, own, respect and empower our Indigenous people, for the greater betterment of our nation.  This can be achieved by truth and reconciliation, and most importantly, the healing of our people through an apology by the nation.

The Government has failed to acknowledge the pain, our Indigenous peoples have suffered since colonisation and still continue to suffer to this day.

“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” – George Santavana

The original destruction of functioning communities was achieved precisely through the kind of intervention we are seeing unfold in the Territory.  It failed the first time and it is unlikely that a second dose will cure it. 

We must not just think about what things will be like in one or two years time; but what they will be like in fifteen years time.  Or in thirty years time, or even fifty years time. 

I believe that one important clue is that we need to work towards re-establishing Aboriginal values.  There needs to be an up to date expression of Aboriginal values that notes their context within modern Australian society.  This is critical in the process of  re-building shattered communities.

I love my country, and I love the special aspect when my people, and non Aboriginal people, can come together and share a common space, environment and community. When this happens, a great spirit is working in bringing us together. Some people may accuse the almighty living God, others may accuse the great spirit world, others would just say, that’s life.  But I believe greatness is at work, and can only reach its fruition when the Human Spirit has the drive to be free of all fears, pain and blame.  We need to accept responsibility, and share, in the greatest gift given to us, me and you, and that is Life.

Our people’s biggest weakness and fault, is we trust, and we forgive.  History has proven that this has left us vulnerable to exploitation, abuse, depression, oppression and finally social dysfunction. “Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter” – Martin Luther King

However this is not everywhere, and not everyone has these extreme negative effects on their lives, many have strived, became leaders to our young, and to our families.  I am so proud to have won this award.  I have stood up for over twenty years of my life trying to make a difference for our mob, to create opportunities for our young and old to prosper; to create a strong sense of pride, in all our communities. The driving force has been my connection to countrymen, country, people and listening to our old people.  I have a vision for a greater united Indigenous community.  

For there to be reconciliation between Indigenous and Non-Indigenous people there first has to be reconciliation between all Indigenous peoples.

I have had so many obstacles thrown in my path over the years, but I continued on my path, as no greater belief has carried me, then the belief of my ancestors, (both living and deceased), who had no choice, no recognition, but paid the ultimate price, since colonisation. 

This drive cannot really be understood by non-Indigenous people, because we are, and have, a oneness within ourselves. They cannot understand the relationship we have to country, place of origin, kin and connection to each other.  Mind you, some have linked in due to their commitment, dedication and acceptance of our people’s uniqueness. This is a good thing and we encourage this to continue.

The inner spirit that gives Indigenous women the strength in the heart, the strength in the mind, and the passing on of spiritual strength, is what inspired me in my unique artistic career path.  I owe it to Indigenous women, especially Stolen Generation women, women who have lost children, women who keep us together, and elderly women, for their wisdom within our community. They are the rock of our existence. Quote: “Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens” Jimi Hendrix.

So, in finishing off, I humbly receive this award with great honour, and recognition of those who have gone before me.  I hope that it will further assist me in contributing to a change in this country, playing a positive advocacy role for the betterment of our people, and most importantly for our country. I am proud to be a member of the oldest living culture in the world.

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