The day my grandfather played cricket against Clive Churchill

I was searching through Trove the other day looking for instances of where my father and grandfather played cricket with each other. I found a number of instances which made interesting reading (to me). However, I also came across the following match report that describes a fundraiser my grandfather took part in back in the 1950s. This will only make sense to people familiar with (a) cricket in Australia during that era, (2) the sport of rugby league. My American friends can probably return to the program already in progress...

The Biz - Thursday 1st March 1951 (courtesy of National Library of Australia)

For those who find the type a little hard to read:

INTERNATIONAL SPORTSMEN 

CRICKET MATCH AT FAIRFIELD

Aggressive batting and accurate bowling made very interesting a match in Fairfield Park last Sunday between a combined team of S.D. Cricket Association, and an eleven of international and first grade footballers, and a few first grade cricketers.

Although the public did not attend in very great numbers to help a worthy cause, a tidy sum will benefit the Fairfield Memorial and Honour Avenue.

The turf wicket was in excellent playing condition when the S.D. team went in to bat. Star of the team was Billy Wilkinson, of Fairfield Sports Club, who top-scored with 35, and later also kept wickets very safely; Roger Stimson and G. Diessell compiled a useful 15 each; S.D. total being 94.

The visitors replied with 98, with an exciting finish. They were led by former international cricketer, Tom Andrews, who bowled the first ball. L. (Bockeye) Bell, Newcastle Rugby League full-back, starred for the "Stars," taking five wickets for 11 runs, and top-scored with 37 runs. Promising young N.S.W. representative colt, Ray Flockton, went for two runs; and he subsequently denied a statement that he was going to accept an offer to play for an English club. Ray displayed outstanding fielding ability. Local "champions" Reg ("Bradman") Williams and Charlie ("Gregory") Watts, afterwards gave a very brief glimpse of their former classical strokes, Billy Kearns was bowled whilst trying to explain one of his jokes-his usual hard luck.

Southern District Cricket Association president and secretary, Messrs. Jack Ellis and Ron Hindmarsh, spoke highly of the wonderful hospitality of Fairfield Bowling Club, which made the players honorary members for the day, and the club's splendid amenities were made available to the cricketers.

The refreshment stall manned by Mesdames Williamson, Preston and Talbot netted a useful sum for the good causes.

Veteran umpires, Messrs. Bill Hatch and Bill Lavender, voluntarily officiated for the whole day.

Fairfield Citizens' Band, augmented by several Liverpool bandsmen, played during the afternoon and their musical numbers were greatly appreciated by the committee and the public.

The scores were: S. D. Association: R. Stimson 15, G. Diessell 15, G. Ferguson 0, P. O'Connor 3, K. Bryers 1, W. Wilkinson 35, J. Ellis 13, B. Jones 4, R. Stiles 1, K. Waights 0, R. Wilson 0, R Watts 6, sundries 1, total 94. Bowling: T, Andrews 0/3, L. Bell 5/11, R. Flockton 1/14, C. Churchill 0/12, B. Flynn 1/1, J. Graves 0/20, K. Wolfe 0/17, C. Cowie 1/6, Howick 3/0.

"Internationals." - A. Neilson 7, K. Wolfe 3, R. Flockton 2, B. Flynn 11, L. Bell 37, B. Purcell 16, C. Churchill 4, J. Graves 12, J. Raynor 4, C. Cowie 3, C. Curran 0, J. Brian 0, E. Spencer 5, Howick 1, sundries 3. Bowling: P. O'Connor 2/26, Wilson 2/24, K. Waights 5/33, G. Ferguson 0/15, K. Styles 3/7.

Jack Raynor, speaking at the mid-day meal, proved himself quite an orator, with a natural turn of witty humour.

The visitors were accompanied by some charming ladies.

Unfortunately for my grandfather, a very good cricketer, didn't trouble the scorer at this event.

The event had been advertised in the local paper the previous couple of weeks:

The Biz - 1st February 1951

The Biz - 15th February 1951

A couple of the notable names from the game include Clive Churchill, Bernie Purcell, and Billy Kearns. "Neale!" you exclaim, "I know who Clive Churchill and Bernie Purcell are, but who is Billy Kearns?" 

If I were to say "Hudson, that's 'udson with a haitch" does that ring a bell? Billy was the old man in the Hudson Hardware advertisements from the 1970s and 80s. Unfortunately, I can't find the ad on YouTube our elsewhere, but it still brings a smile to the face. Bill had a long and successful career as a comedian. He died in 1987. 

That's the joy of Trove, you look for one thing and stumble on something quite unexpected. I never knew my grandfather played against such luminaries of the Australia sporting world, let alone a voice from my childhood.

15 and going to War

My great uncle, Keith Davey Ferguson, was under age when he enlisted in the AMF under his elder brother's name on 8 June 1940. It's unclear what motivated Keith to join the services but he was accepted and was known as "Geoffrey Charles Ferguson" until 4 November 1940 when the records were changed to reflect his true identity. 

His attestation form lists him as a bootmaker, single, born in Melbourne but living at 46 Camden Street Fairfield, New South Wales.

His initial posting was to the 6th Infantry based a Parramatta before moving to Tamworth to under go training. On 2 February, 1941, he embarked at Sydney on the HT "QX" for Singapore where he arrived on the 18th.

At some point his parents learned of his enlistment and contacted the army to attempt to have him returned as he was only 15 and 8 months of age when he enlisted and not the 20.5 to which he had attested. However, the army assured them that he was going to be nice and safe in Fortress Singapore. 

Well we all know how that worked out. Singapore fell on 15 February, 1942. Keith had been stationed out of Singapore during the Malay campaign at Port Dickson, in modern day Malaysia. By this stage he had been promoted to Acting Corporal, not that he was going to enjoy the privileges of rank for very long.

Initially listed as missing, it is probable that Keith was taken prisoner on Singapore as part of the general surrender. However, his records show a significant lapse in time between the fall and him being listed as a POW (17 November 1943), but this may just be the natural lag due to capitulation. In any event it must have been torture for his parents.

PoW Notice

When he made it to Sandakan is not clear but by 8 July 1942, transport of prisoners for their 10 day journey had commenced. Official records list him being interned at the camp by 16 October, 1944. As many prisoners were held in Changi before being moved to Borneo, it's possible that this is what happened to Keith.

Sandakan

Keith was able to survive as a POW in some of the worst conditions of the war until just weeks before it ended. The official records list his death occurring on 14 July, 1945. The bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were less than a month a way, and with them the end of the war on 15 August. 

I've found no records that report on Keith's experiences as a Prisoner of War. He was allowed to send the occasional card but these were more like form letters, with boxes to tick but no room (or opportunity) to report on what was really happening. 

However, as a prisoner at Sandakan and a victim of the notorious death marches (as a participant or one left behind), there are lots of records from war crime trials that give some inkling to the horrors he witnessed and experienced.

An interview of L/Bdr Moxham, one of the few survivors of Sandakan, gave the following description of conditions. He was reporting on another POW, W.O. John Kinder:

"In February, 1945, 470 prisoners were marched from Sandakan to Puginatang, the march lasting 19 days. After approximately one month at Puginatang the prisoners were marched to Ranau, arriving there early in April. John Kinder was then in reasonably good health. He was in charge of the party during the marches and at Ranau. He did a good job right through and got several bashings from the Japs. for protesting about ill-treatment of them men.

"About 15th April Kinder became sick with dysentery. He recovered but was in low condition. Later he suffered from malaria and subsequently with dysentery again. Whilst suffering from both diseases he died on June 10th. I was with him when he died and buried him myself. I put a cross on his grave and marked his name on it.

"When Kinder died there were only 35 survivors of the original party of 470. We all suffered from malnutrition and bad treatment generally. Only one other man and myself survived ultimately." [NAA: A705, 166/22/357]

There were two Sandakan Marches that resulted in the deaths of over 2300 Allied prisoners of war, including Keith Davey Ferguson. Given the date of his death, it appears Keith perished following the final march to Ranau that had begun on 9 June, 1945. 

"Approximately 250 people were left at Sandakan after the second march departed. Most prisoners were so ill that the Japanese initially intended to let them starve to death. However on 9 June 1945 it was decided to send another group of 75 men on a final march. The remaining men were so weak that none survived beyond 50 kilometres (31 mi). As each man collapsed from exhaustion, that man was shot by a Japanese guard. All remaining prisoners left at Sandakan who could not walk either were killed or died from a combination of starvation and sickness before the Japanese surrender on 15 August 1945." [Wikipedia]

The rationale for the marches were to move supplies but also to evacuate before the Allied landings.

"First reason was because of the war conditions on the east of Borneo namely Morotai, Celebes and Leyte. Also, we knew that the Allied air force were gathering numerous plans at Morotai in preparation and also the operations at Leyte were becoming worse and Australian troops had landed at Tarakan; besides this the Otsuka Unit informed us that the Allies were probably going to land at Sandakan and from other intelligence reports we decided to move the PW. The second reason was that the Japanese strength at Sandakan at that time was about 1,5000 and as their line of defence was very long we did not have enough troops to cover all that area and should the PW be left in Sandakan they would become troublesome and endangered. Third reason. The food supply position had become difficult..." [Testimony of Iwahashi Manabu from "Loss of Australian PoW in death march from Sandakan to Ranau" National Australian Archives: MP742/1, 51/1/269]

On 1st June, 1946, the Federal Executive of "The Returned Sailors', Soldiers' and Airmen's Imperial League of Australia", wrote to the Secretary to the Department of the Army,  F. R. Sinclair, requesting "any information ... on the loss of some two thousand Australian Prisoners of War in the death march from Sandakan to Ranau, North Borneo between August 1943 and August 1945."

The testimonies and interrogations of Lt Horikawa Koichi, Cpt Yamamoto Shoichi, [ibid] sheds some light on the second death march:

Koichi - 

"Before my group left Sandakan there were other instructions from Army HQ concerning the march. It was about 2 or 3 days after Capt Yamamoto left that a telegram from Army HQ came stating

1. The March should be hastened.
2. Report the number of parties departed on the march.
3. If possible organise the party of the strongest and march as soon as possible.

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Cross-Examined by Prosecuting Officer

Q. Did Capt Yamamoto reprimand you for leaving 9 prisoners at Boto.
A. No I was not reprimanded.

Q. How many of the POW in your party were wearing boots when you took them over at Sandakan.
A. I do not remember exactly but I think around 40% of the total were wearing leather boots. 

Questions by Court

Q. Do you know what happened to the POW which you left at Boto
A. Yes

Q. What happened to them.
A. I started back from Toran and on the way I met the Japanese soldier whom I had left behind and I heard the position from them and at Paginetan I met for POWs that had caught up. I heard their story and from there I went back to Boto, and I made sure of their story.

Shoichi - 

Q. How many prisoners died on the march?
A. I do not know the exact figures but I think more than 100 died on the march.

Q. What did they die of?
A. They died of malaria, beri beri, and blood poisoning from infected wounds and scratches. The latter I believe was caused because the prisoners march bare-footed.

Q. Did you know they were bare-footed when they started to march?
A. About the middle of Jan I received orders from Army HQ to send 400 POW to Tuaran which is 23 miles from Jesselton. The purposes of sending these prisoners was to make them carry ammunition and equipment require at Jesselton. I myself decided that the prisoners were not fit to carry ammunition and equipment, but my orders were to march the prisoners to Tuaran. I did not give the prisoners shoes because I had not enough to supply them, and as soon as the orders for marching came I had to carry them out, and had not time to do anything about the shoes.

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Q. What happened to prisoners who got too tired to walk?
A. Those that could not walk the other prisoners helped along.

Q. What happened when they could not go any further?
A. The soldiers watched over them and if any fell out they guarded them?

Q. What happened to them?
A. The soldiers would take them to the next camp later. I put out an order not to harm the prisoners but whether they were beaten I do not know.

Q. Did you put the order out because you knew the soldiers were harming the prisoners?
A. I did not see such things. I put the order out because I thought it was right according to the Prisoners of War Regulations.

Q. Did any of the prisoners die on the track or at the staging points?
A. Some died in the camps and some on the way.

Q. How many were shot?
A. Some were shot but I do not know the exact number...

Q. Were prisoners left to die when they fell out?
A. Those who could not work I abandoned.

Perhaps the most understated piece of testimony during the inquiry comes from the questioning of Col. Takayama Hikoichi, Chief of Staff of the 37th Army:

Q. It is said that of over 2,000 prisoners at Sandakan, six are now alive; As a senior staff officer what have you to say about that?
A. I think that is a very regrettable business.

Although the deaths in Sandakan ran into the thousands, it was the execution of Captain L. C. Matthews that was a focal point for war crimes' trials after the war. As a prisoner in Sandakan he was part of a group, betrayed by a local, who were communicating with the outside world. He kept notes in a small diary listing people, arms, and ammunition that was subsequently discovered. He and his co-conspirators were interrogated at Sandakan before being moved to Kuching. 

Matthews was found guilty of plotting a mutiny and executed. His final words, spoken to Lt Wells, before being driven off for the firing squad were, "Please tell my wife that I always love her, and tell my sons to fight until we have victory".  His co-defendants were imprisoned - but not at Sandakan - and many managed to survive the war and testify at the subsequent war crimes' trial. The witness statements run to over 340 pages and make compelling yet disturbing reading. (The reference number is NAA: MP742/1, 336/1/1854.)

The testimony of Lt. Alexander Gordon Weyton of Castelmaine Victoria paints a vivid and horrifying picture of the treatment of the prisoners at Sandakan.

"... are two photographs endorsed NB115. I recognise this Japanese as Warrant Officer [Kesao] Ehara [referred to as "The Bulldog" or "The Bully"]. This Japanese was a member of the Sandakan Kempei Tai. Ehara carried out some of the interrogation of me at Sandakan. On one occasion Sapper E. J. Keating, who was also a prisoner of the Kempei Tai, passed me a note and was caught doing so. Ehara brutally flogged Keating for this. Spr Keating was very ill with dysentry and he had a large ulcer on his right leg; he subsequently died at Kuching in February 1944 before the trial. One day in September 1943 I saw Ehara brutally beat an Indian, Ojuga Singh, breaking his jaw. Singh's injury was left unattended and remained until he was executed in March 1944. I also saw Ehara beat Mrs Mavor and Mrs Taylor, wife of Dr Taylor.

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"This Japanese [another identified by Weyton] carried a whip with which he used to flog prisoners. He flogged me with this whip and also Mrs Mavor and Mrs Taylor. On one occasion I saw this Japanese brutally beat the late Capt Matthews who was executed at Kuching on 2 March 1944, with wooden clogs about the face and head. At the end of this beating Capt Matthews' face was covered in blood. This Japanese frequently used ju jitsu on prisoners." ["War Crimes Borneo Ill-treatment of Prisoners of War by Kemkei-Tai at Sandakan", NAA: MP897/1, 156/19/152]

Lt-General Baba was convicted of war crimes and sentenced to death for ordering the Sandakan-Ranau death march.

Keith's death certificate is clinical and clerical. There's no hint at the life that had been led and lost in the service of his country.

The local community of Fairfield honoured Keith and the other fallen of the area by creating a "Honour Avenue" in the main park. A small plaque placed on an individual stone monument, each associated with its own native tree lined each side of the road into the park.
  

Obituary from "The Biz" 8 Nov, 1945

Keith's elder brother, from whom he borrowed his name to enlist, also joined the Army and ended up stationed in Borneo as a commando. He returned home safely in 1947.

A Century of Reminiscences

My grandmother, Helen Mary Ferguson (nee Kobaroff), was born on 5th May, 1911, in Toowong Queensland. She was the second to be born to Adam Gosh Nicolavich Kobaroff and Helen Mitcheson Kobaroff (nee Bloomfield). She lived through the two world wars, the depression, the Melbourne and Sydney Olympics, Vietnam and the start of a new millennium. 


Towards the end of her life she had a conversation with my cousin where she talked about various events and memories from her long life. My cousin was smart enough to write things down as she spoke. She didn't cover her life in depth but what she did say shed light on many parts of her long life. I've attempted to organize them into subject areas and provide some context. 

Some background information on the family is useful to help make the content of her reminisces easier to understand.  Nan had 9 siblings (and a half-sister whom I introduce later):

Name	Born	Nickname
Victor Nicholas	1908	Splinter
Emma Victoria	1912	Emsaney
John Adam	1914	Count
Joseph Alexander	1916	Froggy
Adam James	1917	Titchy
Robert Edward	1919
Thelma Grace	1920	Old Duck
Ada Florence	1924	Nick
Dorothy Jean (Terry)	1924	Snotter

Nan had the nickname of "pelter" or "stones" as boys used to throw stones at them and Nan would throw them back at them.

Early Years

Sometime between May 1911 and November 1912, the family of four moved to New South Wales where they initially settled in Lidcombe before moving to west Cabramatta in 1916. 

"I was only 5 when I came from Lidcombe. We were on Lidcombe station, I can see it as plainly as anything, a soldier patted me on the head and said what a good girl carrying that case. We lived in a big tin shed. Dadda built the other place out of galvanized iron. We had to stay home sometimes so our clothes could get washed out."

Life out in the sticks

Helen, and her older brother Victor, were joined by a sister Emma Victoria on 12 November, 1912. Along with her younger brothers, she became a constant playmate. Nan recalls:

"Em and I would go into the bush and pretend we had a palace and a ship would take us to foreign countries. We'd have names for all the bush tracks: "bush all green"; "clear a big patch"; "mush out all the rooms". The boys would make a brick fire and would have some jam tins. They would come home and pinch a potato and some flour and make dampers. We'd pretend it was a palace. Em and I would wave from our imaginary boat, going overseas. We'd make peg dolls. We used to eat wattle blossom gum on the trees. We were only 10 years old, we didn't have the twins to play with."

"It was innocent fun, nothing horrible in a world of imagination. Never a fear in the world."

"Over the hill the Reads had cows. They used to give us cows milk to bring home."

Below are two aerial pictures of the house: one taken in 1943 and the other in 2012. As you can see even in 1943, there was plenty of bush in which nan and her sibling could play and also that there was no one else around. Apparently most of the land around them was theirs. Compare this to the typical Sydney suburban scene below it.

"Dadda owned several blocks of land but had to sell some of them for $30 for a wheelchair when he broke his leg."

As I described in "Coming to Australia" finding work during the years of World War 1 was hard for a "foreigner".

"Dad cut baker's wood and sell it at Canley Vale. We'd go down, Vick and I, we'd have to cut the wood. Sometimes it was 7pm when we got home. We'd eat bread and golden syrup."

"By the time Thelma was born [1920] the times were getting better. There were frocks on the line. Mum had to wash other people's clothes to get money to live."

Gladys

Nan had a half-sister, Gladys, who was born in 1899. There is no record of who the father was and she and her mother were to disappear back to the mother land for a couple of years to avoid the stigma. Coincidentally, her grandmother, Emma Lucy Bloomfield, was unmarried when she had twins Helen and Florence (who died only a few months after birth).

Aunty Glad (or Gladdy as nan called her) was a lovely woman: gently spoken and just plain nice. It's no wonder nan got on so well with her. (Just to be complete, Gladys' nickname was "Glad Arse".)

"When I was 7 years old, Gladdy worked as a cleaner at the Richardson Hotel in Castlereagh Street Sydney. She had this lovely job. She'd come up and get me and we'd go stop for a week. I can remember the big dining room where she'd polish the plants (aspidistras). I'd go to bed and she'd bring me milk and biscuits. I only liked milk that was scalded so would throw it out the window. Gladdy loved me. She was 13 years older and had a different father. She said that mumma got all dressed up to see a family - a chemist. Maybe the father was there somewhere."

Lessons in Empathy

One of my grandmother's earliest memories is a painful one that occurred at school and it was to shape her life. Despite having a mother whose name goes back to medieval England but due to her surname of Kobaroff she encountered a lot of racial prejudice. She clearly recalls being 5 or 6 and asking another girl in class whether she'd be friends only to be rejected because of her ancestry. She says from that point onwards she always had empathy for others.  

"You have had to live in that time to understand how hard we lived with Dad being a foreigner. He learned English from dictionaries. He was an intelligent man. It taught me to understand people and not have a bad thought for anyone."

Parents

"Dadda used to say he was married twice in Russia. He said his mother was Swedish and that I had a sister who was the image of me. Dad's father was Russian [a soldier in the Russian army stationed in Varnya Bulgaria]. Dad told us they had wealth, a house, and vineyards.

When my father came from Brisbane from Russia [after jumping ship in Melbourne in 1902] all his papers and money were stolen: everything he had was taken."

"Mumma came from wealthy people in England. It is a long way for me to go back. I can only tell you parts of it. We didn't know much about our family."

Before her death I was able to fill in quite a bit about this side of her family.

School

She talked about some of her school life:

"We went to school at St Johns Park. Vick used to make us wag school - he'd threaten us so we did it. Mumma would come along and we'd run behind the sulky and mumma didn't know why the sulky slowed down: we'd be hanging on the back of it. Mumma was told 'Nell, Emma, and Vick didn't go to school.' She said 'Oh no, they go to school'. Mumma told Dadda, he reprimanded us and gave Vick a hiding."

"I was a good scholar at school. Every time Mumma had a baby I had to stop school. I was good with figures. I was 12 when I finally left school. My teacher patted my head and he said it was such a shame as I was such a good student. I got on okay after school: I was able to get jobs. I have no regrets."

The Depression

"During the depression Dadda was out of work and Mumma had to go to the minister (Stimson) to get food. In the worst of times, we would only get a pot of soup with soup bones. Dadda cooked - I hated him for making me cook but then I was glad because I got my best jobs as a cook. Mum made date pudding, I couldn't eat it as there were duck eggs in the puddings. The thought of them made me sick.

"Vick and I were only young we would have to get the wood. After dad cut the wood we'd load up the baker's cart and we would to to the bakery. Dad made a baking oven and baked our own bread. Jonesy reported dad for cooking his own bread.

"Dad was strict with me but kind to Emmy. He made me wash the floors. I looked after Bob, mum and dadda.

"I had one dress, no shoes. The clothes I liked were streamlined: no frills. I paid a lovely little suit off, put it on the counter and left it behind. It was stolen. I saved up again and got a dress." Shown in this picture:

Food Glorious Food

Nan was a wizard in the kitchen. Her menus were varied and delicious: trifles, roast dinners, home made chips, you name it. Her scones were legendary. 

"I used to cook on a fuel stove. Dadda taught me to cook. I'd curse because everyone else could play, but I enjoyed cooking. I worked hard at the golf club. Dadda was a first class cook on the ships. He was working on a ship in Brisbane. He was going to go on the ship but it was cancelled. It ended up sinking but he wasn't on the ship. We had a big soup ladle he owned from the ship with his name on it."

Recipes

Scones

Sift flour. Use fingers and let air circulate. Add a tablespoon of margarine or butter. Add 2 eggs. Knife and whisk lightly and mix. Knead in flour.

Creamed Rice

Boil rice and wash. Add milk. Cook slow until all the milk is absorbed, adding slowly. Add a bit of sugar and cream as well.

Stewed Apple

Stew apple, mash, add sugar with small amount of water. Put on lid and cook slowly. Put 2 cloves in pot.

Braised Chops

Lamb in three quarter chops. Boils chops on a plate with the juice. Draw fat and put onions, carrots, celery, parsnip,potato, chicken or beef stock, some salt, thyme, basil, curry and thicken with a bit of gravox.

Baked Custard / Bread and Butter Custard

Put a half-litre of milk in a pyrex dish. Beat eggs and add to mile. Add a teaspoon of vanilla essence, a tablespoon of sugar, a "good bit" of coconut and a lump of butter on top. Stand in a baking dish of water. Cook in over and wait until the top is nice and brown. For bread and butter custard, add bread a jam to same mixture before cooking.

Work

The period from 1916 through to the outbreak of World War 2 was a constant struggle for the family. Any job that could earn the family money was undertaken, no matter how old the worker was.

"Dad cut baker's wood and sell it at Canley Vale [a nearby suburb a few km away]. We'd go down, Vick and I, we'd have to cut the wood. Sometimes it was 7pm when we got home. We'd eat bread and golden syrup."

"The first job I had was when I was 14 at Ford Sherrington's in Bourke Street Sydney, it was a belt place. One day I had thrupence (three pence) in my purse which somebody stole. I was given a penny to get the tram. Next I went to work at the oatmeal place in Warwick Farm where I did housework. My favourite job was when I worked in a grocery store and Anthony Horden's."

"I worked at the Orange Grove Golf Club where I cooked on a great big fuel stove. They wanted me to be head caterer. I did over 35 steaks, onions, and did dishes of apple pie. I couldn't stay because I was so ill. I had to have a hysterectomy after mum died. It was a bad experience.

"Then I went to Meals on Wheels in Fairfield, but after some years there I had other responsibilities in the afternoon, so I was going to give my notice. Meals on Wheels said no, we will organize a taxi to get you there. And they did, so I stayed."

In addition to the above, nan also had the following jobs:

• Worked in a grocer ship in Cambridge Street Canley Heights where she did the books
• Kodak - photograph printing with sister-in-law Daphne (nee Cranch)
• Cook at Lansvale Hospital

The House on Boyd Street

"Ferg and I lived in Canley Vale. We had rubberoid ceilings in this place. We had an old fuel, chip heater. In a storm, the roof came down. We had to start to rebuild the house, then they fixed the old fuel heater. We could have a had a war service house but we had to come up here to look after mum and dad.

"While Pop was away [during world war 2], mum got cancer. Terry, Nicky had their boyfriends and would be away. Mum would cry out for help. A community nurse would come to catheterize mum as she had problems with her bladder. The nurse used to come everyday. One day she couldn't make it. Gladdy couldn't come to do it, so Em and I did and drained 3 pints of fluid. Then it came easy to me so everyday I would put the catheter in. Many years later I learned to inject Pop. I practiced on an orange, and I got it in as easy as anything.

"I used to sit in Dadda's room until 5 in the morning and then I sent everyone to work. I'd shine the brass, we'd go over in the bush, and cut out fancy newspaper and make runners for the cupboards when they were cleaned.

"One day Jack came up, dad fell out of bed, struggling to pick him up he said he didn't realize how tough I had it."

Nan's mother died of cancer in 1945:

"My mother died in 1945 when Ferg was away in the war. It was only Glady and I here at the time. We didn't know what to do with Mumma. We tried another doctor but he wouldn't give her morphine despite the pain she was in. When she went to a nursing home in Petersham she was not properly tended to. She was only there a week. We were in no position to look after her at home. We fought for her to get into Parramatta Hospital. Dadda was bedridden at this stage. Dr Kinsella at St Vincent's came out to see Dadda and put him in Hornsby Hospital to put a pin in his hip. He was then able to walk. I ran from home to Parramatta Hospital to see Mumma. After 5 minutes she said 'I have been waiting for you', then she died.

"When we were married with Max and Barry, Dadda slept in the front room, he had dropsy and had to get rid of fluid. I'd sit in the wheelchair all night. I had to get breakfast for them all, as well clean and polish. There was no washing machine. Things eventually started to get better. Ferg and I, we'd pay off a sheet of fibro bit by bit, made all the cupboards, then fence, and then a gate.

"Mumma left the house to Bobby and me. I was looking after Bobby. Mumma wanted to gave us the house so I could look after Bobby." 

Nan's father died in 1951.

"The solicitor who buried Dad said he left the house to me and Bobby. He said the best thing is that since Bobby had no next of kin and so the trustees would take all Bobby's money, was for Bobby to sign the house to me."

Bobby suffered from a rheumatic heart condition that took his life in 1956.

Courtship and Married Life

My cousin asked "Where did you meet pop?"  (Pop was Geoffrey Ferguson aka Ferg):

"I was introduced by Auggie [husband of sister Thelma] in a crowd at Fairfield. I had to

meet Ferg on the train. I was working and had bought a nice dress. I met him on the train. He started to drink and didn't look very smart. I had made the effort to get dressed nicely. I was in the train but he wasn't in the mood for talking. It ended up so I didn't bother to see him again. I went to another dance, he kept asking Auggie where I was. From then on we started going together. Pop had a beautiful bunch of flowers which he gave to me and apologized to me for having drunk too much previously. Then we never left each other.

"My mother loved Ferg and he loved her. Ferg said the only love he was show was from her. We married and the rest is history. I never regretted anything from that day until the day pop died.

"Pop had a number of jobs during his life, including:

• First job at the time of his marriage was on the trams with Auggie
• Water Board
• Baker's Cart after World War 2
• Moorebank Army Camp: He came home with huge vehicles, trailers, army trucks. He was a champion driver. He pedaled a bike from here to Moorebank for 12 years until he got the car.
• Worked underground at the Snowy River in Cooma

"He bought a car [a Holden FX or FJ]: he loved Holdens [the Australian arm of General Motors]. It was stolen. He then got a Station Wagon [an EK?] which lasted many years until he sold it in the late 1970's. He then bought a sedan [an EH?] which he then for years. He understood Holdens from top to bottom. [I recall him changing engines and doing nearly all maintenance himself - his garage had a number of grease guns.] He never had an accident [until the mid 1990's]. It was so old he couldn't get any parts. He then bought a hatchback."

"Pop was away for 2.5 years during World War 2 serving in the Pacific. He had compassionate leave when I had to have a big operation. We lived in Premier Street. The twins used to work in town and come home to Cabramatta with Mumma. 

"At Premier Street, Max was 5 and Ferg adopted him. He was wonderful. 

"Barry used to run in the  poppies and hide (where the train lines were). Mr Cole Dury used to look for him. We'd worry that he'd be on the train line. The lady over the road used to idolize him. Ferg would get the milk from the milkman. This morning Ferg went out and Barry would have some of his boiled egg. I said "Where's Barry?". We couldn't find him and everyone was crying looking for him in the dam. Returning home, there he was in the lounge room. He had this fascination with starched shirts, he liked to pull the pockets away from the shirts. He always did it. Everyone was crying when we found him, they thought he had drowned. 

"Next morning he went missing. Recently, Ferg had been teaching him to swim. Ferg ran to the river, saw Barry going down to the water "for a 'wim". He would have drowned if we didn't see him with his little snowy head bobbing up and down in the bush."

Pop died in 2003 after a long decline. Nan was there when he drew his last breath. She stayed on for another few years but her health, and her legs in particular, led to her having to go into a nursing home where she died in 2010.