Category: Stories
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Hell Hole, the legacy
Unlike the story I (basically) made up regarding the last log from Hell Hole this story from Cousin Bob, recounts what really went on – Thanks Bob. The last cedar Dad cut.Shortly after that tree (The last log of Hell Hole) was felled and taken to the mill Dad, Jim Mauger and myself went down
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Detective Inspector Fred
When younger I have no doubt he was a physically imposing man, thanks to a lifetime of hard yakka. As if to confirm this Cousin Bob sent me this story of Dad and Uncle Bill and a day out at Buggaroo. Just east of the Robertson Cheese Factory and on the southern side of the
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A short history of the Missingham family
Way way back during the last century a lot of work was done by many people, Amanda from memory, and Trudy Messingham (from England and a distant relative) to name but two – shout out if I have missed anyone else who helped. They put in the hard yards to uncover the Missingham genealogical story.
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The last log out of Hell Hole
Now, to be fair, I’m probably not the best one to tell this story as I was in another hemisphere when all this happened. So here is an appeal to those that are not relying on hear-say or making stuff up to embellish this story. Uncle Bill and Aunty Margaret lived on the Funny Farm,
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Chapter 20 – Obituary
Introduction On the 11th of May 2001 Fred passed away in Bowral Hospital. He lived to see his grand children and ensure that his children were safe and secure. In the end however, Prostate Cancer and its complications took his life. Following is the Obituary written for him. Obituary Frederick Stacy Anthon (known as Fred)
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Chapter 19 – Returning to Moss Vale
After being discharged from the Airforce Fred returned to Moss Vale, where he completed his apprenticeship (with a different builder) and lived a happy life with has wife, Mary, and three kids. When asked if he wanted to write more about this time he didn’t say “Its not my story alone to tell” but it
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Chapter 18 – Some things should be forgotten
Introduction Fred’s stories have highlighted what could be described as the ‘good bits’. Indeed the only story he would tell us growing up was about setting off the air-raid siren when movies were being shown so that the Americans would head for shelter and the Aussies would take the front row. But there is a
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Chapter 17 – Finschhafen and home
After 5 months at Nadzab several of us were suddenly posted to other units. I was posted to 4 works unit at Goodenough Island. I flew in a DC3 to Milne Bay transferred to another DC3 which had two engines as cargo. Took off and I was joined by a L A C King just
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Chapter 16 – Nadzab, New Guinea
Only on arrival at our campsite we discovered that the advance party sent to construct our camp had been moved to build accomodation for 2 flying Squadrons so both campsite and work area a few miles down the road were bare patches in the Kunai Grass. Our first night in New Guinea was open sleeping
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Chapter 15 – Convoy to New Guinea
We were sleeping in the cargo holds on top of our equipment and those in our hold were sleeping on cases of live ammunition. There was only a bare 6’ to the steel deck above and were packed in each sleeping touching the next person. No bed or palliase just a tarp over the false