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Living At Doonside – From the Perspective of One of the Doonside Children (Lorraine Ritchie)

01 Nov 13
Peter Bull
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                                                                        LIFE ON THE CRESCENT

                                                          (Nothing ever happens at Doonside)

Our address was:

Staff Cottage No. 8, OTC

Doonside Crescent, Doonside.

Our parents insisted that this was how we were to write it & write it we did! You didn’t argue with your parents in those days. We had the longest address in our respective classes! More than fifty years later it is still burned into my memory!  Why were we at this place in the middle of nowhere? Apparently, the houses were purpose-built for people like our Dad, a family man, who had been travelling many miles to get to work. Our parents paid rent, but as to how much, well they never discussed money & we would never be brazen enough to look at Dad’s pay envelope on which all of these details were written.

In this house we spent the most integral part of our lives. My brother & I loved it there. No houses were “islands”, none had protective fencing, nor was there a fear of the night & what it might bring. We felt safe in our little community, or as one man put it our: “space-aged” microcosm. Our house was to us a roomy, three bedroom, brick home, with an inside laundry & toilet! My school friends’ homes had outside toilets.

I was in disbelief when I heard that their toilets were emptied by men called: “night soil men”, not to mention the incredible stories that were attached to the aforementioned!

Opposite our home was a “common”, just a large section of grass (& bindis) on which there was a tennis court. Yes, a tennis court! (I have been reliably informed that Bringelly OTC had a swimming pool!) We played many a lack-lustre game on that much loved clay court, with only two ancient tennis balls between us & no ball boys or girls to fetch the balls that were lobbed over the high fences. By “us”, I mean in particular, the Simms & the two Woods families & of course, we two Ritchie kids. I recall having an in depth discussion about Margaret Court when she was in the finals in the Australian Open (I think); we all agreed, using our combined wisdom about the game, that she was always far too nervous & just wouldn’t be able to get over these nerves to beat whoever it was she was playing! She won.

We never had “strangers” play on our court, unless you include the Ladies Tennis Club of course, but they weren’t really serious players were they!   

The “Common” was also witness to home-made go-kart races (thanks to the boy we called The Professor-Michael Mahoney who was a genius go-kart maker) & to many a fabulous Cracker Night.  We would collect wood for weeks in anticipation & our Dads were able to buy a huge bag of crackers at work for each of us. Those nights saw the odd letter-box meet its demise with a “tuppenny bunger”; today’s kids didn’t invent this ridiculous prank! When the Cracker Night was held at Bringelly, we were a bit disappointed at first. I thought we would never arrive & it was so far out in the sticks! How wrong we were. It was truly fantastic. The bonfire was enormous! We could run around with our ration of crackers unsupervised, leaving our parents somewhere.  The OTC would put on a big fireworks display & at the end of the night we would have sticks in the embers loaded with bread or marshmallows. To my knowledge no child was harmed in these nights of frivolity!

There was never nothing happening at the OTC “cottages”.  Behind our house, & a mere 10 minute walk across the paddocks, was a very much alive Eastern Creek. I recall having a friend over one summer day. Off we went with our slab meat sandwiches &  bottle of made up cordial down to the creek for an adventure picnic. Once there, we found a nice little spot where the water was flowing quickly & where we could pretend we were making a little hideaway. We put the cordial into the cold water for later & when we were organized, ate & drank just like “The Famous Five”. The creek really was beautiful in our day;  the water was crystal clear & it was pure escapism with the water flowing noisily over rocks & around grassy banks, exposing little pieces of earth that we could pretend were our secret islands.

The “paddock” was an important part of life too. There were many cows wandering around in the “top” paddock & when I asked Dad about their presence, he said in a fairly flat tone that the butcher paid to have them graze there. I had an innate sense of foreboding, so I cut that conversation short. Apart from the “cows” there was an old horse for which we felt very sorry. She looked ancient & behaved like an unloved, unwanted old girl. For this reason we would feed her any left over bread, apples, carrots & so on, over the barbed wire fence. We declared her name to be Sally, & no, I don’t know why. All my family fed her without a problem: “Hold your hand flat so she can’t bite you.” I did! What they didn’t tell me was that one should never turn one’s back on an old horse, or maybe that should be ANY horse. She bit my back & literally pushed me sprawling several feet across the “house” paddock; of course I howled & she was not my friend anymore! I suffered for quite some time with the bruising. Do I have a fear of horses? OF COURSE I DO!!

It was the paddock that saw some of the Crescent’s teenagers practise their driving “skills”. My brother worked a milk run before school & always, during the holidays, found some sort of job to earn money, so he had the “wheels”: an FJ or is that an FX Holden, with no floor. He used to take me to school in it & the girls at school drooled over him & his car. Anyway, I had a go at driving it in the paddock. Strangely, I don’t have a fear of cars, but I should have, because I “drove” it straight down a slope towards a muddy ditch; that would have been fine, except that there was a huge tree trunk before the ditch & I managed to “hang” the car up on the log & it took the boys quite a while to lever the old girl off. I drive quite well today…I think.

The paddock was also a “greenie’s” dream. Sometimes Dad would walk across the paddock to or from work, depending whether Mum needed the car. When Dad walked home from night shift in colder weather, he would often collect mushrooms. They were huge, & Mum or Dad would put them straight into the buttered frying pan for breakfast. They loved them. They encouraged us to try the upside-down, brown things, but for me, it was all about the cow poo!

On a more ridiculous note, the paddock was also a protector of “sinners”. I always thought Mum was a nagger about cleaning my room. One afternoon, I was outside the back door & could hear her going on about something I hadn’t done; I couldn’t hold it back anymore, “ I just wish she’d shut up!” I mumbled under my breath. Well, all hell broke loose. Mum had heard the word “shut up” & came flying out of the house with the feather duster yelling threatening things at me. I bolted, bare-footed, straight down to the paddock & hid in the grass, crying (I did a lot of that). I knew that Dad would be home from work at 3 o’clock & that he would protect me from a wallop. Well, after an eternity, I peeked over the top of the grass & that’s when I saw Dad coming towards me. I sobbed what had happened & hid behind him all the way back up to the house, safe from Mum’s ire…..for the moment.  In retrospect, I am thinking that I should have been more scared of snakes, but my fear of Mum’s retribution would have been, shall we say, uppermost in my 11 year old mind.  

Bungarribee House was a part of Doonside’s, & therefore the OTC’s history & was taught to us in 3rd or 4th class at Doonside Primary School. I was so excited & told our teacher that we lived near it & that we went there a lot. Because I was so shy & rarely spoke, I doubt that she even heard me; today I can say, “Her loss!” My brother & the boys would go to the house & I would tag along, but I couldn’t climb to the top of the building, that we knew as the “Barn”, to get inside. I was really jealous that they could see what was inside & I couldn’t! They said that there was just paper & stuff. When I asked Dad, he said that the OTC stored all their old, unwanted paper work there. That was an anti-climax!! I remember that there were thick bars on the windows of what looked like cells on the outer side of the barn, but we worked out that they might have been where they kept horses. Nearby, was what must have been the building where all the horse work was done. There were harnesses, horseshoes, nails for the horses’ hooves & other farrier equipment. It was fantastic! We never, never took anything from this building, leaving it all there for our next visit……

There was rumoured to be an escape tunnel leading from the House to the twin Oleander trees in the paddock; well naturally we looked for it. We started at the twin trees where we found bricks & debris, but I think we needed proper shovels, not spoons, & an archaeological team to find this tunnel…if it did exist!

I have since found out that there was indeed a tunnel, so I am now wishing that we had persevered.

Near the Barn was an enormous fig tree, with big spaces between the old roots so you could hide from each other, but even better, there were strange marks in the tree; these marks, we decided, were the whip marks from all those poor convicts being punished. I hope we were wrong.

With any old building comes a story of some kind involving ghosts & haunting. My Dad told us that when one OTC worker was walking home after night shift, he saw an apparition sitting on a post. That was enough for us to believe; after all, this was an adult who saw the ghost! We therefore never went there at night….ah, no, that’s not quite true. There was a dare amongst us kids to go up there one night; so with a couple of flashlights, we set out. Looking back, I have no idea how we even escaped from our homes undetected so late at night, around 9 or 10 p.m. The boys went ahead of my OTC friend & me, then came bolting out of the darkness, flashlights darting all over the paddocks as they fled from the Barn yelling out some rubbish story about ghosts, so my friend & me ran home. The stunt the boys had pulled became fodder with which to tease us for a while, until the next “event” they dreamed up.

I would be less than truthful if I didn’t admit that there were some downsides to living in this beautiful little oasis. Walking to school in Winter was “bracing”. By the time I arrived at school, I honestly had icy crystals on my poor legs; those were the days of box-pleat winter tunics, no trousers then. Walking home in Summer was just as horrendous. I think now as I peer back & look at the reality of the times, I can see that we never really shared our life at the Crescent with school friends. The distance from the centre of Doonside was an obvious problem; a car was a necessity & my friends’ parents did not possess any such transport. The day I had that friend over for the “picnic” at the creek Dad had the car at work so I had to walk to her place to get her, walk with her back to the Crescent, then walk her home & walk back home alone. That was the only time I ever had a friend over.

My friends lived in “housing commission” homes or what Mum & Dad called “war service” homes. These names meant nothing to me then. I just knew that when I visited them, their parents were usually reluctant to have me, & I could see that their houses were quite small & that the décor was not what my Mum had. I don’t ever remember seeing my girlfriends as lesser kids, in fact they were highly intelligent & I felt a bit inferior. The ultra smart Michael Knight was in our class, leaving us at the end of Year 11 for a private school. There were never discussions about “class” at our place so there was no false judgement. Mind you I was put in my place one day when a friend told me that when I first arrived in  3rd  class, she thought I was a “native”!! Our years in New Guinea had given me a bit of a tan apparently.

There are so many stories both good & bad, along with brilliant memories attached to Doonside; many of them may seem quite trivial, yet when it is you who have experienced them, they take on a vastly different & more meaningful relevance to your life. I expect that all of us could write a book about our experiences, but sometimes you just can’t do justice to your own life.

Lorraine Thomas  (nee Ritchie)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Compac Cable – 50th Anniversary of Opening – 3rd December 1963

24 Oct 13
Peter Bull
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In Nov 1963, almost 50 years ago, the first undersea phone cable was opened. It was operated by Australia’s sole international carrier, OTC (Overseas Telecommunications Commission), and provided circuits to New Zealand, Fiji, US, Canada and the UK (primarily). It replaced the days of HF radio communications and was the first cable to allow reliable and clear communications at a global level for voice, data and telex and really brought Australia into the connected world of telecommunications. The delivery of international calls via international satellite was still a decade away.

Prior to the introduction of the Compac Cable Australians were reliant upon a HF radio schedule against which they would book a call through an Assistance Operator employed by the Postmaster General’s Department (PMG) located in the GPO in Sydney. That means that if you, say, wanted to call a friend or relative or business associate in another country you would have to ring the operator and ask for a call to be placed at a particular time. The Australian operator would ring the Assistance Operator in that other country and schedule the call with the person or number that you wanted to call. The Australian operator would call you back at the appointed time to connect you to the person or number that you wanted overseas. If atmospheric conditions were bad, the quality of the call could be affected and may even cause communications to be impossible.

As a trading nation, the Compac cable set the scene for our current place in the world and business growth boomed on its introduction. The Compac Cable was a major step forward in communications significantly changing the way in which Australians communicated and operated their businesses. It brought Australia closer to the international community and gave Australian greater opportunity to participate in the global community.

The Overseas Telecommunications Veterans Association (OTVA) is made up of staff (like myself) that were either at the opening or worked on keeping the cable operational and can assist in recounting information or experiences during that period of historical significance to Australia and to Australians.

The Compac cable has been replaced and is no longer in operation, superseded by modern fibre optic cable. Compac was a coaxial cable and supported 80 telephone channels.

Conference call between the Prime Ministers of Australia and New Zealand for the opening of the Australia / New Zealand section of the Compac cable

Compac Opening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Opening of the COMPAC Cable, audio, ABC Broadcast on 3rd Dec 1963  Courtesy of Christopher Ross.

Opening of SEACOM Cable, audio, ABC Broadcast on 30th March 1967  Courtesy of Christopher Ross.

Vince Sim – Passed Away 2002 – 92 Years

08 Oct 13
Peter Bull
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From Phil Dickson, grandson of Vince Sim:

I’ve stumbled across your wonderful site because I’m researching the family tree, and hence trying to get more background on what my grandfather actually did for a crust. The family all knows he worked at OTC but no one can put their finger on exactly what he did.
My grandfather, or Pop as he was so well known, was Vince Sim, who sadly passed away in 2002 at 92 years of age. I have great memories of the staff houses at Doonside, the tennis court, the parties, fooling around down at the creek etc which is why it’s been good to stumble on this site full of great photos and anecdotes.
So if any of your visitors could shed some technical light on what Vince actually did at OTC (I know he was at Pennant Hills and moved out to Doonside) it would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks
Phil Dickson

VALE – David Smith – 16 July 2013

25 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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From Henry Cranfield Saturday 27th July 2013

There was a funeral notice in Saturday’s Herald that read as follows:

“Dies suddenly on 16 July 2013 in Killarney (Ireland) whilst on a world cruise. David Smith of St Hubert’s Island, ex-OTC Sydney.

A funeral service will be held at Greenway Chapel, 460 Avoca Drive Green Point on Tuesday July 30th at 12 NOON.

Sad as he was a nice person

Henry

OTVA Newsletter – September 2013

17 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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Registered Address                                                                                                                                                         

805/41 Meredith Street. Bankstown.  NSW 2200

ISSN 1322 1906

Volume 14 page 22       August 2013

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OFFICE BEARERS

President PETER BULL

President@OTVA.COM

 

Secretary:Will WHYTE

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Treasurer: Vacant

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Editor:Henry Cranfield

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Coming EVENTS                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

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(i) Either do an electronic funds transfer of $50 to the OTVA Bank account

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In this issue

Pp.   23  President’s  Address to AGM.

Pp    23  Telex Exchange Memories.

Pp    23  2013-14 Committee Members

Pp.   24   Sir Ernest Fisk and “The Spirit World “

Pp.   26 History of  Guam   Communications

Pp.   27 Pennant Hills. Transmitting site.

Pp   28 Compac Memories

PP   30 Installation Anecdotes

(Due to unforeseen circumstances President Peter Bull was unable to attend the AGM;  herewith his proposed address(ED)

 PRESIDENT’s Address.

Welcome all to the 2013 Annual General Meeting (AGM) for the Overseas Telecommunications Veterans Association (OTVA).

Please join with me for a minutes silence for our friends and colleagues that passed away in the last 12 months. I apologise for not attending the AGM with you today but it is difficult for those of us that are still in the work force to attend every OTVA function. I think that I have only missed one other function since joining the committee so my record is not too bad. I thank you, the membership of the OTVA for the support that you have given to me and the other members of the OTVA Committee over the past 12 months. Your support & encouragement is vital to keeping the OTVA active and relevant in today’s hectic life style. I thank my fellow Committee members for the encouragement and support that they have given to me over the past 12 months. Together with their selfless dedication to you, the members of the OTVA, we have been able to continue to deliver benefits to our members. The OTVA Newsletter continues to provide readers with interesting and topical stories but our Editor is finding it increasingly difficult to publish what you, our members, fail to provide. You must have some interesting stories that can be published in the newsletter for the enjoyment and nostalgia of the newsletter’s readers. Please support your committee and fellow members by submitting those stories that you have filed away in your memory banks,

The email distribution of stories and events continues to be beneficial by attracting more and more members whose membership may have lapsed and attracting new members.

The OTVA web site which continues to provide members with greater access to communications with each other and access to information & stories considered relevant to continuing to tell the story of OTC and the history of telecommunications in Australia, We thank Bob Emanuel for the service that he has performed whilst editor of the OTVA Newsletter. Bob has chosen to step down to enable him to focus on his interests in the Blue Mountains that are closer to home. Your committee is seeking a replacement for the position of Newsletter Editor. It is not an overly onerous role for someone who is well organised and used to writing reports. Without an editor the Newsletter will cease to be issued every 3 months.

Your OTVA Committee for 2013-14

Col Kelly, Ray Hookway, Kevin O’Brien, David Richardson, Bernie White, Allan Hennessey, Henry Cranfield, Bob Emanuel, Will Whyte and Peter Bull.

Telex Exchange Memories.

By Brian Collath

As was the case back ages ago, Telex Exchange staff had two carbon copy books on the TO2 desk. One being the daily Log Book and the other the Fault Log.

The originals were torn out and placed in a case to be sent to HO every morning. This was the duty of the Midnight Shift as the last thing they did before 7:00 am. Also in the case was various pen recorder charts rolled up. This was the joy of HO staff in Telex Ops to open up every morning to see what happened and to gather statistics for Telex Traffic, etc This is probably bleeding obvious to other areas, as they did it too. But this leads into the story below because you can appreciate that our technical world was full of abbreviations and mnemonics, like ARM, FIR, FUR, FDR, RM, TT, SCC Power (Sydney County Council). One day, Greg Martyn was on the way to work for the day shift, and he spotted an injured Cockatoo on the side of the road. He gathered it up and bought it to work for it to possibly recover.The team embraced this cause to the extent that it eventually recovered and was released.Every day in the log an entry was made ie. SCC down, then SCC getting better, then SCC better still, SCC up, then SCC released. I would not be surprised if there was an entry, SCC eating well. Ordinarily, SCC Down would mean Power fail, SCC Up would mean Power restored, but in this case of the Cockatoo it meant Sulphur Crested Cockatoo Down, or Sulphur Crested Cockatoo getting better, and finally he was released. Anyway, after a couple of days, HO Telex Ops could not resist in asking us what “getting better” meant.  Thankfully they (HO) saw the lighter side of it.

Sir Ernest Fisk and ‘The Spirit World

Our thanks to Trevor Thatcher for his efforts and our apologies for having to undo some of his original formatting. Editor.

The following item is based on an ABC Radio programme and the comments are those of Trevor Thatcher to whom goes a vote of thanks for his effort. It seems radio in the time of the item was seen as an actual science? It was a particularly interesting and entertaining programme, which I am sure that those of you who listened would agree.

Sir Ernest Fisk and the Spirit World: Trevor Thatcher has offered the following comment on the recent alert from Noel Sutherland about the ABC Radio National ‘Hindsight’ program acknowledging the centenary of AWA called: ‘Empire State: Ernest Fisk. For those who may be interested, there is one particular brief segment of the programme that touches on Sir Ernest views on communication with the spirit world. A friend of mine, David Harding (VK2AIF), who worked for AWA in the 1940’s at their Alexandria site, also heard the programme. Mention of communication with “the departed, triggered off memories of one particular event that Dave recalled. It was the publication of a related article in the now defunct “Radio News” magazine that was produced in the USA for much of the 1900’s. Dave was lucky enough to have many volumes of that magazine in his memorabilia closet, and he browsed through them and found the article in the June 1944 issue, on page 37! He allowed me to make a copy of the item for distribution to interested parties. Unfortunately, the massive bulk/weight of the Volume 4 prevented me from getting it into a position for scanning, so I undertook to do a manual “mock up” of the panel. Every attempt was made to preserve (as closely as possible) the original appearance of the item, including the red frame, the spelling, punctuation and phraseology used in that era. Further, I accidentally stumbled across a news item in Perth’s “The West Australian” of 7th February, 1944. This item was devoted to the responses from Perth “medical and scientific authorities” who were aware of Sir Ernest’s apparent expectations of the potential for future radio

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Item from magazine Radio News, ex USA, June Issue 1944 Page 73

SUGGESTS DEAD MAY BE REACHED BY RADIO WAVES.

Australian’s Theory Will Be Probed by Scientists If He Can Show “Life” Exists After Death-

When Sir Ernest Fisk, managing director of Amalgamated Wireless (Australasia) Ltd Australia’s No. l radio scientific executive, said he was convinced of the possibility of radio

communication with the dead, the Australian Association of Scientific Workers offered to investigate the theory, provided Sir Ernest produced evidence of “life” after death.

Said Prof. V. Bailey, head of the experimental Physics Department at SydneyUniversity, and a member of the association: “It would be hard to get in touch with dead people unless they have radio receivers.”   Addressing the Legacy Club at Sydney, Australia, recently, Sir Ernest said he did not wish to be dogmatic, but evidence was accumulating, as a consequence of study by leading physicists, that the spirits of the dead inhabited the ionised either beyond the earth’s atmosphere, and that eventually there might be discovered a wave length which would make communication with them practicable.    “Highly scientific people are now satisfied,” he added, “that the whole universe is one unit, planned by one designer.” He said he was not speaking either as a religious man or a church member, but he was convinced that friends and relatives of war prisoners could bring them some consolation by using their minds and spirits to reach those of the prisoners through earnest prayer.

Dr. S. L. MacIndoe, president of the Association of Scientific Workers, said: “If Sir Ernest is able to produce genuine evidence of survival after death, my association,

composed of more than l,000 scientific workers, will be glad to investigate such evidence.

“The association will also examine any evidence if such exists, which would remotely suggest the possibility of communication with the departed. In the absence of such evidence, Sir

Ernest is as entitled to a personal opinion as any other private individual. But his ideas cannot be associated with scientific knowledge which requires some factual basis or experimental evidence.

—————————————————–Extract from The West Australian (Perth — Monday 7th February 1944)

SPIRITS OF DEAD.”  CQMMUNICATION SCOUTED.

“No Scientific Proof.”

Medical and scientific authorities in Perth, as far as can be gathered from inquiries made,completely dissociate themselves from the views expressed in Sydney last Thursday by the managing director of Amalgamated Wireless (Australasia), Ltd, Sir Ernest Fisk, on the possibility of communication with the spirits of “departed comrades.” Sir Ernest said that he did not wish to be dogmatic, but that evidence was accumulating, as a consequence of study by leading physicists, that the spirits of the dead inhabited the ionised ether beyond the earth’s atmosphere and that eventually there might be discovered a wave-length which would make communication with them practicable.

“Utter nonsense,” was the comment of Dr S. E. Williams, physics lecturer at the University of Western Australia, on the published statement. “The claims put forward by so-called spiritualists at various times have never stood up to scientific tests. Sir Oliver Lodge and a medical man in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle certainly had some such beliefs and Faraday also belonged to some queer sect called the ‘Sandemanians.’ However, these men were exceptions and the overwhelming number of scientific men have been extremely rational in their outlook generally.

“The views expressed by Sir Ernest Fisk, while obviously not intended to give pain, are most regrettable at the present time when so many people have lost loved ones. The opinions have no scientific basis and will only serve to raise false hopes.”

“Sir Ernest Fisk, it must be remembered,” said Dr Williams, “is not a research scientist, but a company director. He may have had some technical training in his earlier days, but his acquaintance with current scientific developments has been second-hand, at least for the last 30 years. His company employs scientific workers, some of whom have been trained in this State.

“Possibly by ‘physical world’ Sir Ernest meant those regions physically accessible to human beings at the present time; but if he meant that Radar provides access to a supernatural world of spirits he is talking rubbish. Sir Ernest shows that he is at least 40 years behind in his physics by speaking about the ether in the way he does. The subsequent 40 years of advancement in radio technique have provided no evidence whatever either for the ether or for such statements as he has made.

“Similar outspoken comments were made by leading Perth doctors. “We agree entirely with Dr Williams,” said a representative of the British Medical Association. “Spiritualism is on a par with astrology and there is not the slightest evidence to support it.” He conceded that there were some sincere believers. Unfortunately these were often imposed upon by charlatans and confidence tricksters.

History of Guam:   The Pacific Communications Center.

From 1864 to 1976 by Henry Cranfield

The early settlers on Guam are said to have come from South-east Asia 4000 years ago and the first Western discoverer was the Portugese explorer Ferdinand Magellan in 1521. The island was claimed by Spain along with the Philippines in 1565 but not colonised by them until 1668 and remained so until the Spanish-American war in 1898 when the island was taken by America as well as the Philippine Islands.  The first recorded communications history for Guam was a complaint in 1684 from a missionary who complained about the late arrival of mail from Manila in the Philippines. Mail was carried by supply ships as both locations were ruled by the Spaniards.

The first recorded communication with the outside world was the laying of a submarine telegraph cable in March 1903 from Hawaii via Wake and Midway Islands financed by an American silver magnate John W Mackay A cable had been d been laid 3 months earlier from the U.S. mainland to Hawaii. Another cable was laid from Guam to Japan via the Bonin Islands, plus one to Yap, which also had a cable to Shanghai China. Thus Guam thus became an important hub for world telegraph traffic in the Pacific Ocean region; this continued until the Japanese invasion in 1941. The occupation of the island by Japan on 8th December 1941 saw the cables interrupted and the cables were not restored until July 1945 after the island’s re-capture by US forces. In 1951 the cable was broken but was not restored due to age and costs. The first radio contact from Guam to the US was made by “Ham Radio” operators in May 1936In September 1945, RCA Communications, with the help of the US Navy established radio – telegraph circuits to San Francisco and radio telephone service was provided in November in the same year. RCA also provided H.F Radio communications to Saipan, the Philippines as well as to the USA.  The US Navy built an “on island”  telephone system after WW 2 which included non-military as well as the military bases and this included the laying and maintainence of the telephone cable system. The switching system utilised was ‘step by step’ Strowger and this continued until the mid 1970.s when the Government of Guam established the “Guam telephone Authority”. They took over all the domestic sections of the system including billing and their inter-connection with overseas destinations which was via an RCA semi-automatic switchboard in the capital Agana. RCA also also provided the operators for the manual International Telephone service. In 1969 it opened a satellite earth station to supplement the international network access. RCA transferred, in the early seventies, a semi-automatic telephone interface from Anchorage, Alaska which was installed to cope with the increase in traffic generated by the establishment of  Japanese 5 star hotels and an large increase in tourists. This was replaced by an NEC digital exchange in 1976. Guam was given the International telephone Code number of 675.In April 1964 the first Transpacific Cable (TPC 1) was laid, a joint venture by RCA, AT&T Long Lines and Hawaii Telco. It had 126 2-way voice circuits and was extended to Tokyo, Japan in in June 1964. On the 15th January 1965 the cable was extended to Manila. Further cables were also laid (TPC 2 which had 845 circuits) in 1975. Two further cables TPC3 with 3780 circuits laid in 1988 and TPC 4 in 1991. All these cables were operated by AT&T Long Lines with an underground station built to resist an atomic bomb blast? AT&T now occupy OTC’s former Seacom station building but not the six houses which are owned by the US military.The Guam Telex service was also provided by RCA, utilising a Siemens Exchange. RCA, IT&T and WUI also provided leased telegraph services to subscribers on the island and overseas.

OTC’s Guam involvement, on behalf of the Commonwealth (Canada Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Malaysia and Singapore) was to obtain a license from the U.S. government to establish and operate the SEACOM Cable station located in Tamuning with an inter-connection to the Transpacific cable station This had provision, on a co-axial cable for 120 circuits but was only fitted for 84 (7 groups of 12 Channels of 4 Khz bandwith.).The 120 channel System was replaced in 1976 with a larger transmission system using the same co-axial cable. The Seacom Cable system was opened by Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth on March 30th 1967. The SEACOM Cable between Singapore and Guam had only 80 channels similar to the Compac Cable (but manufactured by ATE from UK) across the Pacific, whilst the Guam to Cairns section via Madang, New Guinea had 160 channels. With transmission equipment and Submarine repeaters manufactured by STC (UK) and the power equipment on Guam– Cairns System was all made in Australia who also provided the raw materials for the cable construction. This larger size was provided on O.T.C.’s insistence, as they saw the growth in traffic. In 1976 OTC installed a Time Assignment Speech Interpolation System (TASI A) which was transferred from MontrealCanada to increase its capacity between Sydney and Guam as well as upgrading the 120 channel system. OTC’s other involvement was a contract with Western Union International (WUI) to provide telex and telephone circuits for the US Defence Communication agency (DEFCOM) to overseas locations from Guam . These were required to be equalised to 1/3 normal international standards as they were used for cryptic purposes.This was terminated in October 1976 as WUI appointed their own representative to the island and established an office.

Pennant Hills Transmitting Site: Then and Now!

Our Thanks to Neil Yakalis, for this item from Transit and his Photo.

The 400 four mast at Pennant Hills as passers-by knew it for the last 50 years.

As the last guy-wire burnt through in the flame of an oxy-acetylene torch and 400 feet of mast keeled over slowly at first,  until in a cloud of dust, it crashed to the ground. The handful of spectators at Pennant Hills on the morning of Friday 17th April 1959, saw the final stage in the passing of at Coastal Radio Station which had served Australia well for close on half a century.

Construction of Pennant Hills Radio Station commenced fifty years ago, early in 1909; the  contractors being the German Telefunken Company. Equipment installed by that company for the Australian Post Ofiice was a 30 Kw quenched gap spark transmitter for 500 Kc/s, and a 60 Kilowat long-wave arc transmitter.

The station commenced operating in 1910.

During World War 1 the station, in common with the remainder of the Coastal Radio Service, was taken over by the Department of the Navy  and was handed back to the Post Office in 1918.

In 1922, Amalgamated Wireless (Australasia) Limited was given the responsibility for the operation of the Coastal Radio Service and this control was maintained until1946 when the Overseas Telecommunications Commission (Australia) was formed to take over both the Coastal Radio Service and Australian overseas cable and radio services.

The Pennant Hills station served as a combined sending and receiving Coastal Radio Station until 1926 when, due to services on high frequencies to ships, the receiving facilities were transferred to a site at Willoughby. On the 28th February. 1927, the permanent Coastal Radio receiving station at La Perouse was completed and thereafter Pennant Hills served purely as a transmitting station providing facilities for coastal and overseas services on both telephone and telegraph. With the further development of Australia’s overseas services it became obvious shortly after World War 2 that the Pennant Hills site, with its restricted area, could no longer provide the necessary requirements and, in 1950, O.T.C. acquired a site of some 700 acres at Doonsidc on the Western Highway for the construction of a transmitting centre.

During the years 1955/ 1956, with the completion of the new station at Doonside, both the coastal radio and overseas transmitting facilities were transferred from Pennant Hills to Doonside after which the original Pennant Hills station was maintained for some little time as a purely emergency centre until with the completion of adequate facilities at Doonside the station was finally abandoned.

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If any of our readers who served at Pennant Hills have photographs or anecdotes of the station in its earlier days. We should be very glad to hear from  them.

 

Christmas Function

Wednesday 13th November 2013

The Bowlers Club.

Full details to follow next

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Compac Cable Installation  Memories By Henry Cranfield

The   installation of the Compac cable saw the construction of the Terminal Building in Paddington and the opening of the first stage to New Zealand in mid 1963 with the final opening by Queen Elizabeth in December 1963. The commissioning of the Paddington equipment was under Bob Long AGM (Technical) and as the UK end was 10 hours different in time; for us occurred in the evening hours.

Bob would turn up after normal working hours in Head Office and put on a head and breast set and walk around the ITMC checking this and that. The head-set had an extra long cord made by Kerry Kearney who would walk behind Bob transferring the plug of the headset where required.  “Bravehearts” would sneak up and partially unplug same and Bob would then upbraid Kerry for not keeping up? Our Bob was not noted for his humour?

John Hampton was one of the engineers involved and liked his cup of coffee. So he bought a jar of Nescafe which we shared . Foolishly he left same in the ITMC kitchen cupboard to discover it had emptied over-night, so we bought a second jar with the same result. On the third night; I cut some Masonite strips up into pencil size and put same through the pencil sharpener. Then I put a layer of paper into the jar covered by a mixture of coffee and shavings! “Voila” as they say in France, problem solved but no one owned up as to who took same?

When commissioning the ISTC equipment, the FM Telegraph Systems we were delayed as the equipment was sent on to Suva and had to be returned to Sydney by air-cargo.

On the Sunday before the Tuesday opening we were still commissioning telex circuits.

I was on the order-wire to Canada doing the line-ups when a stout, red – headed gentleman came and asked me who I was talking to? I did not know him but he had on a canvas beach hat, Hawaiian Shirt, shorts and sandals so I gave him my head-set and he talked to Canada for some 20 to 30 minutes and then let me continue my testing. He then kept coming back every 5 minutes or so asking questions as to where this is or was not which wasted my time. So I finally said “If you would only go away and take all those head office people with you we will finish on Monday as planned. If not we will be here until next Sunday!!” He pulled his hat down over his ears, took all the head office people with him and they left. Several minutes later Ralph Brown came to me and said “Have you seen Edgar Appleton?” “NO” I said “What does he look like as I have never met him”. “He is the Director Operations” Ralph said all astonished. “Well! He has gone” I said and no more was said or mentioned later.

Roll on 3 years to August 1966 and in the middle of the Seacom Installation in Madang we were visited by Frank Stanton, the AGM, and Edgar, Director Operations, who were visiting the PNG stations.  They arrived in Madang at 4.30PM looking very shattered as they were on the “Mail run” a DC3 aircraft with 4 rows of 3 seats (Canvas like deck chairs with pipe frame and seat belt) at the rear and  with mail bags and cargo in the front of same, no meals or drinks and a “Dunny Can” in a compartment behind the seats. They had nothing to eat or drink since 7.30 AM breakfast. So I took them home where Barbara had sandwiches and a fruit cake.

Next morning when we got to the station they had morning tea with the install staff and gave a short resume as to OTC’s future.

Then Edgar said he would get Barry Thompson to show him around as Frank wanted to talk to me about local political situation.

When we got into the office Frank said “Edgar is scared of you”. “Why I asked” and he had never been to any station where an installation was in progress nor unless   he had been invited.

When Edgar joined us I apologized, but he told me to forget it and congratulated us on the job we were doing. The past catches up at times??

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From your Editor. As a former editor, I am well aware of the need for contributions from our membership. The complaints I have heard about the Newsletter covering too much technical content perhaps is an indication of where the input comes from.. So! May I ask the ex CRS, Marketing and Administration people for some input to balance the content? We can edit the item to fit, so please don’t be shy and put your fingers to the Keys or Pen to paper?? This marks the beginning of OTVA’s New Year so let us all begin by PARTICIPATING in your organisation’s activities and so ensure its ongoing success!

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Some thoughts and Anecdotes on Installations. By John Toland.

When I think back to the many courses that I have done during my years in communications I

never realised how little information was passed on about Atomic Structure until I read a book recently titled “The Outline of Wireless” printed in 1933. At that time I considered not much was known on that subject, but I was to find I was wrong. It went on to say as you probably know that both Electrons and Protons revolve around the Nucleus of the Atom.

The diameter of the Electron is 3/20.000.000.000.000 of an inch. (that is 25.4mm to those metricated )

The diameter of the Proton is 1/25.000.000.000.000 of an inch.

Small as the Electron is, it is capable under certain circumstances of attaining a speed of 540.000.000 miles per hour (You can convert that if you like).

The Proton is much heavier than the Electron. The weight of an Atom is practically the weight of the Protons contained therein. As a matter of fact if we had a cricket ball made up of closely packed Protons it would weigh a trifling 12.000.000 Tons( Close enough to Tonnes}.

While the diameter of an average Molecule is 1/25.000.000 of an inch, the diameter of an Atom of the gas helium for example is 1/400.000.000 of an inch. Langmuir (Whoever he was) calculated and that was without a computer) that if each Molecule contained in a cubic inch was converted to a grain of the finest sea–sand there would be enough to fill a trench one mile wide by three feet deep stretching from New York to San Francisco. Can you imagine how many Molecules there are in a cubic inch? In a small pins head, there are twenty million, million Molecules.

I realise that some of you may doubt all of this, but you are quite at liberty to carry out experiments to prove otherwise.

Anzcan Installation on Norfolk Island

Part of Norfolk’s history is about a convict named Barney Duffy who escaped and lived in a hole under a pine tree for seven years before being recaptured they even have a song about him.

On the day of the opening of the Station which was to be by the Minister of Communications named Michael Duffy, a Brass Plaque was mounted on the front of the building and had a small curtain across it, to be opened by him. I checked it before the Ceremony and pasted over the name of Michael was the name Barney. That’s Norfolk Island humour or was it one of our lads. I think I know who it was.

We had some wonderful times on Norfolk with the entertainment , eating out and the innumerable BBQs around the cliff tops. One evening BBQ we had was attended by Bob Waterfall and he stepped backwards to get a better picture on his camera and stepped over the cliff falling down a couple of feet and landing on a ledge where one of our lads grabbed him and pulled him back. Next day he went back and looked at the hundred foot drop that he just missed out on. We were there for the yearly celebration called “Bounty Day” where the Islanders march from the Kingston area to the Cemetery to pay their respects and then back to the grounds of the gaol for a big picnic. I arranged for Tee Shirts for our group depicting a large emblem of “Anzcan” on the front.

The cows on Norfolk have the right of way anywhere and they are made up of different groups that have their own areas. The mob near our house was called the “Grassy Road Mob”. The cows wander through the middle of the shopping centre of Burnt Pine and stick their noses into the shop doors.

The wife of one of our boys hit a cow one night and went back the next day to find it, but it was gone. They say the rule on the island was if you kill a cow, say nothing, just dig a hole and bury it.

I can think of many more things that we did, such as the “Champagne Breakfasts” at the beach, The “Fish Fries” at the Golf Club, our Scuba Diving and the Crayfish and Balmain Bugs that we caught and cooked afterwards, attending the Big Race Day, and many more, but it was the best installation that I had been involved in, but it sure leaves a lot of memories.

Doonside Transmitting Station..

Reading Dennis Grant’s story of the 10 Kw Transmitter at Doonside jogged my memory. Those transmitters were built by OTC at their workshops at Pennant Hills and were installed in the new building floor so they had to add another 2 inches of concrete on top. Don’t I know it?

I was in charge, later of an Installation Team to install 2 STC CY10 10 Kw Transmitters in the far end of the annex and we had to cut many holes through the floor for the fan ducts and various other cables. We had only a Kanga Hammer of some sort and an Electric Drill. This was taking us quite some time and one day, we had a visit from a engineer asking why we were taking so long.

One of them said you are doing it the wrong way, you should have water in the hole. He gave us a demonstration with the Electric Drill and ended up showering his trousers with cemented water. Good! “Carry on, your doing fine” he said and left. We eventually finished the holes and installed the transmitters.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             But when it came to testing them, one of them had a parasitic or something and when tuned to a particular frequency the PA area lit up like lightning. The Doonside boys had never seen anything like it and an STC Engineer had not either. The answer was not to use it on that frequency. Years later I was removing then, to install them at Norfolk Island and found that the large Coaxial Cable, made up of a heavy copper busbar had a right angle bend in it. One side of the bend had never been screwed, so I suspect that was the trouble.I led a team to install them later on Norfolk Island but didn’t make the same mistake

Later when extra transmitters were installed in the annex at Doonside they employed a contractor to drill the required holes and then they had to support the floor with a steel structure as the floor had cracked.

Editors Note: When testing CY10 transmitters at the STC factory in mid early1960s we discovered that at 21Megahertz and above the Tank circuit self oscillated. After much head scratching by all, a telephone call to our chief Engineer Dave Abercrombie fixed the problem.  He was the designer!

“ Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be”  William Hazlitt

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Thanks to Kevin O’Brien, This item is from – the October 1948 issue of Transit. This is most appropriate at this time with tests being played in the UK

 Kept busy by CRICKET

When Bradman stole a quick single at Lords he set not only some English fieldsmen into feverish activity, but also an incalculable number of people concerned with communicating the event to those interested. Radio commentators talked fast, press typewriters chattered, press cameras clicked-and there was more work for O.T.C.

The Commission’s receiving station at La Perouse co-operated with P.M.G. stations in the reception of B.B.C. broadcasts. When the broadcasts faded, the Melbourne operating room was the focal point for cryptic messages on which Australian “synthetic” broadcasts were based-and at all times the focal point of endless “Urgent Press.” The picturegram studio in Melbourne and the terminal set up in Sydney for the occasion averaged a dozen pictures per night. To ensure the best possible reception of the direct broadcast, the pick-ups of various stations, including La Perouse, were fed to the G.P.O., Sydney, where the best was selected and supplied to Australian broadcasting stations. La Perouse’s continuous contribution to this “pool” kept Messrs. Heavey, Peell, Bailey, Drew and Stanfield very busy throughout the Tests. Preoccupied with Australia’s listening comfort, they themselves took in little of broadcasts -not even the scores, to the chagrin of their colleagues. The consistency of the direct broadcast exceeded expectations, so that the synthetic broadcasts were required infrequently. The technique arranged by the A.B.C. in conjunction with OTC was as follows: At the beginning of play an A.B.C. representative would commence a series of messages providing in condensed form a ball by ball description until he received the word “uncable” flashed from Australia, and indicating that the direct broadcast was being received. Whenever the broadcast showed signs of deteriorating the word “recable” was flashed to the ground and the messages resumed until once again the message “uncable” was received. The smoothness with which the synthetic broadcasts took over and handed back the description was a tribute to the thorough organisation and quick handling of traffic. To the Melbourne C.O.R., the Supervisor, Mr. Mancer, introduced production-line flow, from reperforating, printing, gumming to P.M.G. telegraphist, the latter keying the messages to the G.P.O’s. in Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane and Adelaide, whence they were phoned to local broadcasting stations by teams of telephonists. Many messages were in the telephonists’ hands throughout Australia within two minutes of their being lodged with Cable and Wireless Limited at the cricket ground. The A.B.C. representative sent 11,000 words during the five Tests, which, with nearly 17,000 words of urgent press matter to add also to normal traffic, was sufficient to keep Mr. Mancer and company quite busy (see column 4). Meanwhile, upstairs, Mr. Chilton and his team – Messrs. J. Chalkley, A. Houseman, P. Barrow, G. Scott and W. Terrillwere receiving pictures. They were controlling the reception not only for themselves, but also for the improvised Sydney terminal where Messrs. W. ]envey, G. Russell (from Melbourne), H. Burgess and G. Flynn were intercepting the London transmission via La Perouse, and also by relay from Melbourne. The consistently high standard of the many pictures received during the considerable period of the five Tests and the Olympic Games when these two staff teams worked under abnormally demanding conditions represents a really remarkable performance. The Melbourne team received altogether 285 Test Cricket pictures and 160 Olympic Games pictures. The Sydney team, in action for the night sessions only and concerned primarily with Sydney press requirements, received 174 of these Test pictures and 130 of the Olympic Games.

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FUN WHILE GUNNERY TRAINING

The following is a story about my Second World War gunnery training which would finally qualify me as a Wireless Air Gunner. The training was carried out in Fairy Battle aircraft at Port Pirie in South Australia. It was the last training flight before qualifying. There were two other trainees in the aircraft and we each had two 100 round circular magazines for firing from Vickers Gas Operated machine guns. The target was a drogue towed by another aircraft. Including the pilot, we were all about 18 or 19 years of age.  As it was our last training flight we asked the pilot if he would put on a turn of aerobatics when we finished our firing exercise.  The pilot gave his agreement and so, with the drogue about 100 feet away, I started firing with one long burst which got rid of the first magazine. (I was first on the gun). Another long burst got rid of the second magazine, The second gunner then started to do likewise, but the poor old machine gun decided to give up the ghost. We then gave the pilot the thumbs up and he immediately went into aerobatics. We three trainees stood in the open rear end of the long cockpit while the pilot put the plane into various aerobatics. Our parachutes were left lying on the floor and the safety cord which we were supposed to attach around our waists was also left on the floor. However, this was great fun. but it almost came to a conclusion for the three of us when the pilot put the aircraft into a partial reverse loop. This caused us to suddenly become weightless and in unison we all started to leave the aircraft with the prospect of a long three or four thousand feet fall into Spencer Gulf. However, our weight was suddenly restored and we all flopped back into the open rear cockpit.

Aerobatics continued and soon we reduced altitude to be flying with just a few feet between the aircraft and water of Spencer Gulf. The Gulf was calm with only small waves, which was fortunate because the pilot started to play silly goats by dipping each wing in turn until the wingtips caused disturbances in the water. As I said, we were all about nineteen years of age and at that age, like young car hoons of today, we thought ourselves indestructible and in this case, luckily, we were not destructed. ..

STORIES FROM BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL

During the early years of the Second World War I was seventeen years of age and living in Goulburn. I was employed by a motor repair shop which also ran the town’s buses and several taxis. I wanted to be licensed to drive both buses and taxis, so I fronted up at the Council Chambers and told the clerk behind the desk what I wanted. On request I produced my driver’s license which satisfied him of my qualifications, so he gave me a bus and taxi drivers licence on the spot.

It was a bit difficult driving the taxi at night because the town (city) was on blackout conditions. One night I picked up a woman passenger who hopped into the front seat beside me and immediately started on suggestive moves. (She was probably hoping for a free trip). However, during the trip a light fell on my face and she exclaimed, “Why, you’re only a baby.” So that was the end of her manoeuvres. She was about thirty years of age and I believe she was one of the town’s prostitutes. Instead of being on the receiving end she had to pay up.  I will also mention that in Goulburn and during those years it was very easy to get a driver’s licence. On turning seventeen I drove my Father’s car without a licensed driver beside me to the Police Station where I stated my request for licence. The policeman said “Ok let’s go for run.” I drove off and at the next turn he said “Turn left”. The same applied at the next three corners which took us back to the front of the police station. Test over and licence issued.

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Follow not the well-worn path, but go instead and make your own so that others may follow?” George Bernard Shaw-

 

 

 

 

OTVA Spring Reunion – Friday 20 September 2013 – Bowlers Club, Level 1 (Red Room), 95-97 York St, Sydney

17 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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The following RSVPs have been received indicating that they will attend this coming Friday’s social event.

The attendees are:

Peter Bull

Ray Hookway

Bill Jolly

Colin Kelly

Allan Hennessy

Jim Simpson

Keith McCredden

If you would like to attend there is plenty of room. The cost will be about $25 to partake in the bistro plus the cost of any beverages that you might consume.

For those whom live and/or work in Sydney I hope to see you there.

To those who cannot attend because you reside outside Sydney or NSW and the travel is not possible I hope to catch up with you in the near future.

Regards

Peter Bull

VALE – Betty Toland – 4/9/13

12 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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Bob Collins has passed on the sad news of the passing of John Toland’s wife, Betty, last Wed 4th Sept.

Betty (87 years young) passed away after battling dementia.

Memorial service –

Time:                    11:00 am

Date:                     Saturday 5 October

Where:                 Melaleuca Station Memorial Gardens, Chinderah, NSW.

The funeral service has been delayed until family can return from overseas.

John’s Northern Rivers drinking companions pass on their sincere condolences as do John’s many friends and colleagues in the OTVA.

Bob Collins

VALE – Brian Tudehope – 9 September 2013

10 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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From David Tudehope:

It is with great sadness that I pass on to you the news that Brian (72 years young) passed away after a long battle with illness.

Funeral arrangements –

Where:                  St Joseph’s Church, Albert St, Edgecliff

Time:                     10:00 am

Date:                      Thursday 19th September 2013.

 

A wake will be held at 12.30pm at 8 Albert Street Edgecliff.

 

May He Rest In Peace

Jack Edwards – Relocated to Mayflower Nursing Home, Westmead

06 Sep 13
Peter Bull
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From Bernie White:

Just a note to let you know that Doreen Edwards rang yesterday and told me that Jack is now in a Nursing Home at Westmead with a touch of dementia.   His address is Mayflower Nursing Home, Westmead near the Hospital.   Doreen said that Charlie Maiden calls into see him.

Cheers  Bernie