Thirty three kilometres South West of Melbourne, in the suburb of Werribee in a hangar on the old Werribee Airfield. This airfield was an adjunct to the Point Cook base and during the War it was used to park ‘planes for assembly of aircraft brought over from England. For a bit of History look here. One of the old hangars is now the home of … Continue reading B-24 Liberator
This is a further Chapter of the Wars my family fought in. My Uncle’s name is only one of the 102,000 names that are in the Memorial. My Uncle Walter died on the first day of the Battle for Bardia. Actually the first day of any battle that Australian Forces were in in the whole of WWll. Bardia is a small town on the coast … Continue reading My Uncle Cpl W G Johnston EetOE
While we are on the topic of aeroplanes let me tell you a slightly fictitious story about a plane that the RAAF had for some time. The Dassault/GAF Mirage IIIO is a French plane and was the main fighter plane in the Airforces of at least twelve nations, including Australia and Israel, and is still flown by the Pakistan Airforce. This is an Australian built … Continue reading A Mirage
My first job after year twelve was in a large Lawyer’s firm in Collins Street, Melbourne. There were two of the originating partners still alive and the one I knew was Mr Cook. Mr Cook had his right index finger missing and one day he noticed me looking at it and decided to tell me what had happened. Cookie had been a Pathfinder pilot during … Continue reading Mosquito . The Wooden Wonder.
Sir, As a student of international history for the last sixty years I am aware of the role that the President of the USA has played down the years in promoting peace and freedom throughout the world. I know that Diplomacy is an art where half of the effect is subtle and under cover. Quite often the outcomes are due as much to the interpretation … Continue reading Dear Mr Trump
Let me put it as simply as I can. In a recent post I told the story of Carol and Guthrie and the breaking up of their engagement. Every now and then people ask me how true my stories are. Well I am not as proud of myself as you sometimes might think. In fact most stories that I write about relationships and about getting … Continue reading Apologies.
Sometimes there is an accidental turn in the road and you set off to a different landscape or a different story. Often that turn ends up bringing you to a place you should have been a long time ago. What’s more there is a magic spot when you realize that you were on the same journey you have always been on. I hope this comes … Continue reading A bit to be proud of
There’s just so much clicking of the Nikon and adjusting of apertures that an old bloke can take over a four days. Anyway now-a-days everyone has their iphone with its magic camera and I’m the only one with a real camera, if you don’t include the Texan with a hundred Leica’s wrapped around his neck. Today I did what is known in the world of … Continue reading A Family’s War
I walked the soul off my shoes today. Visited the National Gallery Of Australia – inside and out. Outside is great big sculptures by, for example, Rodin and the Burghers of Brussels. Went to the Portrait Gallery and the National Library of Australia and the High Court. Then I wandered up the hill a bit to the Old Parliament House. I think I shall do … Continue reading My name is “MUD”
Today I found the National Gallery of Australia. When I say ‘found’ I mean that I was dropped off at a spot that the bus driver told me was the Gallery. There was no obvious sign with the implication being that if you are in a car you will just follow the GPS Navigational Device. I wandered around for a while and then the sign … Continue reading A look at culture