Fishing with grenades… and a powerful brew of vaccines

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

20/6/44

Dear Mother & Dad

Received your welcome letter of the 13th today – am glad to hear that the colds are on the mend and you’re all happy.  Ivy seems to have settled in fairly well and is apparently enjoying renewing old acquaintanceships.  As you say the actual news of the invasion came as a great surprise to most people.  It’s really surprising after it being talked of so much that there should have been any element of surprise at all but the success so far is particularly good although those pilotless planes are causing some headaches though doubtless the allies will find a way of countering them.  The successes in other spheres are also very encouraging and give some grounds for hoping that it might end next year some time.  Anyway here’s hoping that it does. As you say Jim is very disappointed that nothing has happened about his release.  He was so very confident when we first came back that he’d be home by June.  I see Forde has given an indication of the method to be adopted for demobilisation but I guess those with influence will be out first whether they qualify under the scheme or not.

Am still with the Air Force mob – an extra good crowd too in almost every way.  The chaps here are all round and keen and the influences at work are much better than the essentially different influences effecting young fellows in the army.

Had expected to have Sunday afternoon off but the crowd were so keen that Tex (he’s the other sergeant with me) and I decided to take tham out for some grenade throwing.  As there’s a river about a mile away we went there and after telling them the story and practising them with dummies put them through the real drill – throwing the grenades into the river, in so doing bringing the fish to the surface.  It was a novel experience for them to dive into the river after each throw and get the fish – got quite a good haul too – and the cooks made an excellent job of them – we had snapper soup and fish for dinner last night.

Yesterday afternoon we went by truck to the seaside to instruct them in Mortars.  We fired a few along the sand into some scrub and had one dud and as an hour’s search failed to locate it Tex and I left the crowd to get the gear ready and went to inform the people in the houses around and to tell them to keep out of the area.  At one place we called, the owner asked us in and suggested we have a drink.  He had the best stocks I’ve ever seen, Dad – ranging from beer to champagne, with all types of spirits thrown in – a retired publican.  Anyhow we put in a good half hour with him before coming back.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad.  Give my love to May & Ivy and children – and tell Anne I hope she’s soon well again.

Love – Max.

 

Pilotless planes…  more like Flying Bombs!

Reference in a local (Queensland) newspaper – the Northern Miner – headlined ‘Hitler’s “Flying Bomb” pilotless Planes’ – gives an indication of the power of these weapons.   https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/81516011 

 John Simkin (spartacus-educational) describes the V-1 as a pilotless monoplane with a one ton warhead.  Others describe it as an early Cruise Missile.  This post provides a helpful summary of the weapon and the British response – Operation Crossbow.  https://spartacus-educational.com/2WWv1.htm

 

Forde on demobilisation

Frank Forde was the Minister for Defence.  The War Cabinet approved the Dept of Post-War Reconstruction’s proposed principles to govern demobilisation on !2 June 1944.  The key element of these principles was that the order in which personnel would be demobilised was to be based on a points system, with service men and women allocated points on the basis of their period of service, age, marital status and employment or training prospects.  (ref https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demobilisation_of_the_Australian_military_after_World_War_II )

 

Enjoying a break from the unit… grenade and mortar adventures 

Although he says he’s ‘still’ with the Air Force mob’, this is the first mention I’ve seen – maybe there was a letter that went astray.    It seems Dad and Tex were training airforce personnel while the rest of the Battalion were doing Physical Training at Burleigh.  The Battalion Diary makes no reference (so far as I can see) to their deployment away from the unit.  This photo gives an idea of the training being undertaken at Burleigh.  AWM  067386

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

30/ 6/ 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Letters seem to be piling up pretty fast these days so had better do something about it.

Received yours of the 26th on Wednesday – not bad service that, two days from the time it’s written to be delivered.  A letter from Ivy yesterday covered the story of her return to Melbourne – quite a good crossing.

I’m glad to hear that Max Phillips came up to see you and to know that his family are all so well.  You’d expect a couple like them to have good children & Audrey has all the qualifications of a good mother – plenty of confidence and common sense.  I’m a bit his way as regards the powers referendum and will be very surprised if they pull it off.  NSW & Vic might support it but I think the other states will knock it back.  They’ve abused the powers they’ve had too much for my liking now – though the programme is cleverly put together offering something to every section of the community and making each particular point appear vital so that the people interested in that section will vote blindly for the whole issue.  If we get a vote as I suppose we will, I’ll certainly vote no – apparently even a majority vote is not sufficient for them to win, as it has to be a majority in four states.

Our term of instruction with the RAAF station ended on Tuesday and Wednesday we came back to the unit.  It had been a good break – It’s good to get away from he racket for a while.  The situation has changed very much since we left the unit – and fairly solid training is now the order of the day.  But it’s a different proposition trying to instruct this crowd to instructing the RAAF.  These blokes have all used the weapons and know their capabilities and haven’t any interest beyond that.  Hadn’t been back in the unit an hour and was told I had to report to the RAP and have a couple of injections.  The needles have never worried much before except for making the arm a bit stiff but this lot went to town properly.  It was a powerful brew alright.  Brought on a fever and then went to work on the whole system.  The other blokes had all had theirs and told me what to expect but I didn’t expect it to be as crook as it was – aches and pains all over – head, kidneys, arms, legs, stomach and all – am just about right again now.

Charlie Farlow is certainly stepping along – must have an extra good round or does he deal wholesale?  One thing about it, he can see something for his work at that game.  I saw Jim last night – he hadn’t heard any more about the business and isn’t too happy in the service now that all day training has started again.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad and write to Ivy.  Give my love to May, Anne & Carline & regards to the boys.

Love

Max

The Powers referendum :  cleverly put together – something for everyone

Dad correctly noted that a referendum to change the Australian constitution only passes if approved by a majority of voters in a majority of states, and by a majority of voters across the nation. On this occasion, the Government decided to ask for an expansion of Federal powers in respect of 14 powers.  These were very wide-ranging – from the rehabilitation of service men and women to uniformity of railway gauges and the ability to legislate for Aboriginal people. 

see https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/206780230    

Some of the powers were already exercised by the Commonwealth, but on the basis that they were ‘wartime powers’.  The Government argued that chaos would ensue, post-war, if it were not permitted to continue to exercise these powers for up to 5 years after the end of hostilities.

The question to which voters had to respond on August 19 was simply – Do you approve of the proposed law for the alteration of the Constitution entitled ‘Constitution Alteration (Post-War Reconstruction and Democratic Rights) 1944’?

Prime Minister John Curtin and Arthur Fadden made radio addresses for the ‘Yes’ and “no’ cases, respectively, late in July.  Curtin argued that to abandon wartime controls on the declaration of peace would cause disorganization to the social system and destroy the capacity of the system to meet the need of the first few disturbed years after the war and in response, Fadden claimed that in peacetime, you will work under government compulsion, you will eat and wear what the bureaucrats ration out to you: you will live in mass-produced government dwellings: and your children will work wherever the bureaucrats tell them to work! If granted nothing can be made, produced, built or grown without permission. Everything that is grown or made, carried or carted, sold or exchanged will be under government control. A yes vote would enable the Government to implement Labour’s policy of socialization. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1944_Australian_Post-War_Reconstruction_and_Democratic_Rights_referendum

 

Injections… a powerful brew

These images are of another unit, but they were in Queensland, and I imagine the 2/33 RAP looked quite similar.  The vaccination being administered here is the TAB   

AWM 080735  & 080736    Wondecla, Queensland   23/9/1944    Headquarters 6th Division troops at the Regimental Aid Post receiving vaccination and anti-typhoid injections before their movement overseas.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Charlie Farlow…. stepping along

Charles Farlow was a ‘dairyman’- sufficiently well regarded to be called to give evidence about the welfare of milking cows.   (https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/25997626 )  It would seem from Dad’s comment that he also delivered milk to customers – possibly both domestic and commercial.

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Serious drinking indulged in by all, despite a brewery strike

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9/ 6/ 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Your welcome letter of Sunday arrived yesterday along with one from Ivy and another from Marie – and between the three I got a fairly detailed account of affairs in the home town.  Am particularly pleased to hear that you’re all so well – especially so with the bad weather you’re having down there.  Glad the baby is putting on weight and enjoying himself with May’s children.  It’s the best thing that could be for him to have other babies to play with.  Ivy says he just adores Anne and has a lot of fun with Carline – guess he’ll miss them when he goes back to Melbourne.

Both Ivy & Marie mentioned the visit to Wrest Point.  Apparently they had an enjoyable day or at least night there.  It’s a pity really that Algie came home this week – as Marie is such light company that she could get Youngster out of the rut she seems to be in – however these things just happen that way.

It would certainly be a good thing if you could get rid of that place in Park Street now but suppose it’s just about impossible at present – with the hide bound regulation controlling real estate.  The only chance would be to sell it to someone as an investment.

Yesterday was the Battalion anniversary of the first action and the biggest celebration of its kind we’ve had.  Everything went off very well.  There was a battalion muster parade in the morning, a ceremonial inspection and short talk by the CO, a two minute silence then the bugler sounded the last post and reveille after which there was a march past.  The afternoon was given up to sport – a wide and varied programme of well contested events made up a very interesting afternoon.  There were three or four Rugby matches – the star show being the match between the officers and sergeants, an all in go – the snakes winning two-nil.

In spite of the strike at the brewery the occasion must have justified a priority as the battalion put on five hundred – no three hundred gallons of beer for the men whilst there was almost unlimited stocks of bottled beer at our mess and I believe even more so at the officers.  We (the sergeants) had a ten gallon before the formal dinner – and afterwards we went by trucks to a hall some few miles from the camp – quite a good dance band had been engaged and a crowd of VA’s supplied the partners for dancing till eleven o’clock when the girls went home and the mob settled down to steady drinking – and as there was no means of getting back till the show finished they certainly drank some beer returning to camp around four o’clock this morning and along with everyone else in the battalion from the CO down, bed is first favourite today.  But the whole show went off extra well.

The anniversary number of the Griffin is also particularly good this year.  I’m posting mine on but as it will come by surface mail will probably take some time to get home.

The capture of Rome and the apparently successful landing in France are big news and give cause for hope that the European show may end this year – though there’ll be a power of men killed before it does end.  If they can finish the show over there this year it shouldn’t take long to finish the Japs afterwards especially if Russia gives the allies bases for bombing.  The Yanks seem to be getting pretty sweet with Russia so I guess that’s their idea.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad.  Give my love to May & Ivy and the children and regards to the boys.

Love

Max

Wrest Point

The hotel at Wrest Point was built in 1939.  As children in the 1950’s and 60’s we swam in the sea water pool.  

image – NAA

 

 

 

 

 

Hide bound regulation controlling real estate

I assume Dad is referring to the regulations concerning rents and tenants’ rights, embodied in the National Security (Landlord and Tenant) regulations of 1941.  I understand they protected tenants from eviction and limited the rents that could be charged.    https://www.parliament.nsw.gov.au/researchpapers/Documents/protected-tenancies–history-and-proposals-for-r/Protected%20Tenants.pdf   

 

June 8 : the Battalion Anniversary

The regular ‘Griffin’ was very low key – typed and ‘Gestetnered’ each Friday,  but on special occasions a big effort was made : a properly printed quarto-size journal, with heavy paper covers was issued to all Battalion members. 

The usual format of the Griffin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Below are the cover and first two pages of the special edition.  Note the comments made by the CO regarding the Liberator disaster on page 1, as well as the explanation for the use of the Griffin as Battalion totem.  The willingness of senior officers to sanction tongue-in-cheek reflections on their behaviour is evident in the ‘one act play’ on page 2.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The War in Europe

June 5 – Allied troops entered Rome, following the early morning withdrawal of German units.

June 6 – The D Day landings in Normandy, and the other elements of Operation Overlord certainly provided troops elsewhere with reason for optimism.

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Next deployment… whenever it is, it’ll be too soon (2 letters)

 

 

1st June 44

Dear Youngster

Got quite a healthy bunch of letters when we arrived back in camp last night after a three day stunt – four in all.  Yours, dad’s, & one each from Marie & Jack – a widely varied and interesting selection.  Glad to hear you’ve reached the ancestral domicile safely and that the crossing was good even if the train trip wasn’t the best.  I’ll bet the mater & pater were pleased to see you and the little bloke and May and the children too – can well imagine the little bloke and Carline making a hit.  They’ll have fun between them.  Even though conveniences are somewhat lacking you should be quite comfortable during your stay as I know Mother & Dad will do their utmost to make you so, and as dad’s got plenty of wood in you’ll at least have warmth.

The proposed trip to Wrest Point of which both you and Marie write should be a good day – it’s a pity there isn’t someone to drive the car – then you could get around a bit.  Am sure Mae Menzie would like to see you and the little bloke whilst you’re over however it’s not much good of talking in riddles is it.

There’s not much doing here Ivy.  They’re gradually pulling the strings in and very soon we’ll be back to the old routine of training though I don’t think we’ll be leaving Australia for some time – though whenever it is, it’ll be too soon.

Must say cheerio now.  Give my love to the trump and Mother & dad.

Love

Max

The crossing was good..  train trip wasn’t the best

The crossing from Melbourne to Launceston would have been on the Nairana– the only commercial passenger vessel to operate between Tasmania and the mainland throughout the war years.  As such, she crossed the strait 6 nights a week, with military personnel being preferenced over ‘ordinary passengers’.  She accommodated 250 passengers in first class and 140 in second.   Nairana had served as a seaplane carrier during World War I.  The image below is of an earlier vessel the Loongana.  She was much the same size as Nairana and served on the Bass Strait run from 1904 – 35, including conveying Victorian firefighters to support the rescue effort at the Mt Lyell mine in 1912.  I include the image because as well as the ship, we see the city of Launceston.

The train station in Launceston was at Inveresk, a short walk from where the steamer berthed.  The train trip to Hobart took around 5 hours.

Image – Loongana  leaving the wharf, Launceston https://ssmaritime.com/SS-Loongana.htm  

 

 

 

5/ 6/ 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Just a few lines hoping to find you Ivy and the baby happy and well and enjoying life in spite of the wintery weather that’s prevailing down there.  Your letter of the 28th arrived on Saturday but I didn’t get it till Sunday as I was in town on Saturday.  Practically all the company were on jobs that day and the boss said we might as well go through for the day so Aggie Lloyd and self caught the leave train and spent the day in Brisbane – a busy joint if ever there was one these days.  I’d have gone to the races but Bruce won’t wear races so we went to the pictures, stayed the night at an army hostel and came back on Sunday morning.

Claude Little’s turnout with Dalton must have been quite a highlight in Hobart.  There’s no doubt about Dalton he’s just an animal but he seems to be coming into his own a bit these days but still I suppose if he stood again next election wouldn’t have any trouble to put it over the mob.  It’s really amazing how big some of these fellows get with a little power and a lot of palm grease – am enclosing a cutting from the Bulletin – you may not have seen it – from another big man.

I guess you’re right about the Zinc Works.  The blokes who’re getting it easy these days want to make the most of it because once things straighten up there’ll be no easy cops.  They’ll still want thirty shillings in the pound.  Jim has just about given up hope of getting out for the time being at least.  There’s another chap in the same platoon as him who’s been battling to get out.   Some meat works put in a claim for him and Sheehan one of the NSW Labor members was battling for him – got a letter saying that on account of his age (he’s thirty five) and medical classification (A1) and the important future operation of his unit he could not be released.  The letter was signed by Fraser, the acting minister for the army so unless the Zinc Works have more pull than the meat industry Jim’ll be soldiering on.  There was a bombshell fell in the camp this morning when the canteen sergeant came back with word that there’s a strike at the Brewery.  They’ve been getting such a wonderful go ever since they’ve been in this camp that they’ll miss it now especially this week when the Battalion have their big annual celebration on the 8th June.  It won’t worry me much.  I don’t suppose there’s any in the mess drinks less thank I do – by the time I pay my mess fees, buy tobacco and a few stamps and things I haven’t much left for grog.

We’re still having rather an easy time here but I expect they’ll start and get really serious after the 8th.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad – Give my love to May & Ivy & the children and regards to the boys.

Love

Max

PS Jim asked to be remembered to you.

Stayed the night in an army hostel

Although he doesn’t specify which hostel, it might have been the Lady Bowen Hostel which was only completed the previous year.

AWM 015580   19/08/43

Construction workers (troops) posing outside the Lady Bowen Hostel which would provide accommodation and recreation facilities for 200 men.

 

 

AWM 059892  4/ 11/ 43

Wet canteen at the Lady Bowen service hostel

 

 

 

Claude Little’s turnout with Dalton

Tom D’Alton was at this time both the Australian High Commissioner to New Zealand and the member for Darwin in the Tasmanian House of Assembly.  Prior to the New Zealand appointment he had been the Minister for Forestry, Commerce and Agriculture in Robert Cosgrove’s government.  ‘At first his career continued to flourish…. but by mid-1943 questions were being asked in parliament about bribery in the Forestry Department’ (http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/dalton-thomas-george-tom-9896)    The ‘turnout’ referred to in this letter is a legal action taken by Harold Claude Little, the former manager of the Souther Tasmanian Co-operative Society Ltd, alleging that while he was the Minister, D’Alton had ‘wrongfully procured his dismissal as manager’.  Little was seeking payment of £2000 for wrongful dismissal, claiming D’Alton had told the directors of the Society that ‘unless they got rid of their manager, he would ____ well kick them out’ (of their premises).  https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/68851704     Dad’s comment on the likelihood of D’Alton returning to parliament was prescient – after completing his time in New Zealand, despite a Royal Commission finding he had twice accepted bribes, he once again entered parliament – this time as the member for Gordon, a Legislative Council (upper house) seat based on Queenstown. He was elected in November 1947, and returned in 1952, 1958 and 1964.   

I’m intrigued that I never heard about D’Alton’s political career from Dad when I worked at the Special School named in recognition of his work with the Spastic Children’s Treatment Fund and the Miss Tasmania Quest.

 

Battling to get out

It’s easy to understand why Jim would have been despondent after hearing the story of the soldier who couldn’t be ‘manpowered out’, even with the support of a member of parliament.

Blokes at the Zinc Works – getting it easy?

As indicated in previous posts, work at the Zinc Works was anything but ‘easy’.  Many of the men had tried to volunteer but were prevented by the Company – being a protected/ essential industry.  Many had served in World War I.   Men sent to the works by the Dept of Manpower were often incapable or unwilling to perform the work required.  There was a lot of ‘making do’ – eg the backs of forms were used for letters and filter cloths were cut up to make gloves.  Employees were represented on the Works Committee, and when asked to assist the war effort by arranging for men to pick fruit in their free time, they agreed.  (The Zinc Works )

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Despondent but determined “I think I might as well carry on”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

21st May 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Your welcome letter arrived on Thursday along with one from E.A.Mc. – and read together made very interesting reading.  There’s no doubt about the regulations covering release from the army being tough as far as AIF men are concerned.  Mc had seen Vern Crisp who is needing men for timber milling and asked me what experience I had had in that direction.  I think Mc had done all he could but from the tone of his letter I’d have to take anything I could get and be under a definite complement to get it so as that definitely won’t suit me. I’ll write and tell Mc not to do any more about it.

At the time when I wrote I wasn’t seeing things in a particularly good light.  I couldn’t see a ray of sunshine anywhere.  Bennett’s story along with the everyday evidence of the hand out the blokes are getting – (those) who have been discharged form a definite criterion of what we can expect if we stay in till the show’s over – even now with the war far from over the public in general regard any man in uniform with suspicion and when you get last war’s conshies like Caldwell referring to the originals as economic conscripts what’s going to be their attitude when the show’s over…. and then there was the aspect of finding myself practically the only old hand in this company as Ray Ross looked like going to an officer’s school and Bruce Lloyd had hopes of a transfer…. but now that I’ve settled in again it’s alright and I think I might as well carry on.

I was sorry to hear that Ivy is still having such a tough trot but as a matter of fact I’ve just got a letter from her – she’s certainly having a hard time.  Both of them sick at the same time and worrying about Bill.  There’s no doubt about the fact that the women are fighting a hard war.  I think as far as the majority of civvies are concerned the women are carrying Australia.  Ivy said she expected to come over on Thursday’s boat.  I hope it goes to Launceston and she has a good trip because she’s certainly a very sick woman and a crook trip would upset her badly.

Had a letter from Marie during the week.  She said she was sorry she’d been unable to get up to see you but had gone out to her mother’s while it was fine and had Juliet dressed in light clothes and as her mother had gone to town she couldn’t leave her (Juliet) alone.  But hopes to get up to see you soon.

I was talking to Jim yesterday.  He was interested to know the photos had got home as he’d sent one too.  It’s certainly a good group.  Jimmy Kemp had his sent to him here.  Jim hasn’t heard any more about his release and thinks there might be a hitch in the scheme.  He says he won’t go back to the chain but wants to get down on the wharf.  There’s tons of beer in the camp canteens here and he and Viv are punishing it to some order.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad.  Give my love to May, Anne & Carline and regards to the boys.

All the best.  Love.  Max

Bennett’s story

See previous post (dated May 5, 1944) re General Bennett’s interview.

Those photos got home…. a good group

Although it’s not captioned, this photo from Dad’s collection is definitely from some time after August 1943 (when Dad received his Sergeant’s stripes) and it definitely includes Jim McDonnell (Seated to Dad’s right – ie left in the photo).  Others identified by Dick Lewis are Bob Cole and Pete McCowan – reclining in the front row.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rest and Recreation 

It’s surprising that there’s no mention of the ‘rest camp’ at Redcliffe in this letter 

According to The Footsoldiers: Early in May a scheme for recuperation and rest was instituted whereby 150 of all ranks were moved in a batch to Redcliffe on the coast for a 10 day health and body building recreational period… The whole period was spent in swimming, sun baking or exercising on the sands.  Later, on 15 May, the whole battalion, less a 10-man guard, was moved to Burleigh Heads by truck for another acceptable swimming and PT exercise and recreational period.  At this tented camp under Army PT instructors a regulated and enjoyable week’s programme which included swimming instruction and beach sports was concluded.  (p375)   This description is not in line with the unit diary, which suggests that each draft spent 4 – 5 days rather than 10 at Redcliffe, with the last group returning on May 21.  The diary makes no mention of groups spending time at Burleigh Heads later in the month : this appears to have happened in the second half of June.  

Jim… wants to get down on the wharf

Workers on the Zinc Works wharf earned good money – but the work was hard.  Each man carried up to 40 tons of zinc in an 8 hour shift and by gee they’d be tired after that.  Even so, men often worked double shifts when a ship was to be loaded….’People would break their arms up top to get down to them jobs…..you didn’t even have to be able to read or write to earn big money on the wharf’.  (The Zinc Works – Alison Alexander 1992, pp 209 – 211)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

28th May 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Your interesting letter of the 22nd arrived on Thursday and made good reading.  Old Steve and Mrs Steve certainly look well – look like lasting another twenty years if that photo is recent.

I think we’ve got the edge on you for weather.  Up to date except for one day’s rain it’s been perfect – lovely warm days and cool nights.  The weather is the best thing about this joint: would be good to winter here and summer in Tassie.  Though there’s a lot to be said for the long winter nights with a good log fire.  Fred Booth’s unexpected turn up must have been quite a diversion for you though three for poker is rather a small party.  How is Tom Cooper’s daughter Dad?  You never mentioned her in this letter.  Is she out of hospital yet?

The overtime sounds like a racket at the Zinc works or else they’re very short handed.  Don’t suppose too many are doing the wine (?) cells these days – be mugs if they did. Old Jim still hasn’t heard anything about getting out.  He says ‘and they wonder why a man drinks’.  He and Viv are about the two greatest soaks in this company.  There was a show on at a hall near here on Thursday night.  A couple of the sergeants knew the pistol packing mumma (otherwise the Lieut of an AWAS show) and arranged for a social evening.  All the arrangements were left to the Committee of the mess and of course their minds worked only in the direction of grog, so they hoarded the mess rations for a week and on the night of the show set up forty four dozen bottles of beer and a great stack of wines and spirits for about seventy people.  When the girls arrived they were all youngsters around nineteen and twenty and very few of them drank at all having come with the idea of dancing.  So then we had to find a pianist and the RMO played a few waltzes which were extra good, but as only about a dozen of the men wanted to dance it soon petered out.  There were a few items and then the girls left and the mob settled down to drinking.  I went back to camp about half past eleven and left them to it.  I believe the party finished about three o’clock and were there some sick men next morning!  About half an hour before I left Jim and Viv poked their nose in.  They were pretty strung then – managed to get them a couple of drinks before the ‘Shark’ (RSM) saw them and sent them on their way.

I had an invitation to spend this weekend at Southport – one of the big tourist resorts – with Mr & Mrs Tait and normally would have been able to get leave but for a manoeuvre starting tonight.  They tell me Southport is a particularly good spot for swimming and fishing so I may get a chance to go down sometime later.  Went out to Ray Ross’s place to tea last night and spent quite an enjoyable evening.  Like Ivy’s baby the little tank rules the homestead and has plenty of slaves in the persons of Ray, the grandparents and aunts.  Peg & Ray both wished to be remembered to Ivy so if she has arrived you might (give) her their message.  I haven’t written to Ivy this week as indications pointed to her coming over so will wait a day or two till I know where to write.

Had a card from Daph Wise during the week.  Must try and write to her today though it’s a hard thing to start again.  Guess I’d better not say too much about Reg.

Well I must say cheerio Mother & Dad.  Look like being pretty busy for a couple of hours drawing supplies and various things for the stunt.  Give my love to May, Anne & Carline and to Ivy and the trump if they’re with you.

Love

Max

Old Steve and Mrs Steve

Stephen Hickman was Dad’s great uncle.  He and his wife Rebecca lived in Brushy Creek Road where he had a mixed orchard and was well known for his wines which included paring and elderberry as well as several fruit varieties.  According to a family history, he and his son were often seen together transporting loads of apples to the wharf with his horse and cart.  It was customary for him to be dressed in a dark suit, stiff white shirt and bowler hat.  His cart had a capacity of forty cases of apples which he transported to the Hobart wharf.  He died aged 90 in 1954, and Rebecca followed him in 1957 (aged 92).

Overtime racket at the Zinc Works

It’s clear that shift workers at the Risdon plant laboured under conditions which would be completely unacceptable today.  In 1940 they had been granted a 40 hour week by the Wages Board (against the wishes of the Company) in part because of these conditions.  When the chair man of the Wages Board toured the plant, he saw enough of ‘something far above discomfort’ to award all shift workers a 40 hour week.  In the Cell Room the fumes resulted in sore noses and throats.  In Cadmium, fumes could cause coughing and nosebleeds and there were cases of men’t teeth turning black and green sores developing on their bodies.  In the Superphosphate plant, the main complaint was dust, sometimes so thick a man four metres away could not be seen.  This, and the sulphuric acid, led to indigestion, gastric upsets and nose bleeds.(ref.  The Zinc Works – Alison Alexander 1992) …..

I can’t find reference to a dispute over Overtime until later in 1944….  no doubt this will be referred to in later letters.

 

Social evening with the AWAS

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An evening at Kairi QLD  15 November 1944….  looks like most of those present on this occasion, came with the idea of dancing!

 

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A manoeuvre starting tonight

The Battalion diary shows that following reveille at 0600 on 29 May the unit marched out at 0800 to the Div Field Firing range, reaching the bivouac area at 1030.  They returned to camp 2 days later.

 

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Politics, pubs and old hands’ translation of AIF

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sgt Max Hickman

2/33rd Battn AIF

Australia

10th May 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Your welcome letter of the 4th arrived this morning and made very interesting reading.  It was good to hear that mother’s rheumatism is on the mend because it’s a cow of a complaint.

Bill Wedd has certainly made history.  I expected him to poll well but never anticipated him tossing Tommy Murdoch whose seat I suppose was considered the safest in Tasmania.  He certainly must have captured the public imagination to outclass a team like that in a conservative electorate like Buckingham.  One would have thought if anyone could toss Murdoch it would be the Labour candidate backed by the organisation of that party.  I had a letter from Marie too today giving some interesting sidelights including the debate at the Town Hall between McKenna and Bill.  I guess that must have been the final factor in making up a lots of people’s minds.  Marie said Murdoch took it very badly and expressed the hope at the declaration of the poll that a man so young would know how to behave himself.  She said the other two Harvey and Hickey shook hands and congratulated Bill but not so Murdoch.  That’ll do him more harm than anything else in the public mind – they like a man to be able to take it.

The account of the cause of Reg Wise’s death was pretty tough.  It’s a poor commentary on the medical services that a qualified practitioner should make such a blue in diagnosing a case.  I knew they’d been treating him for ulcers and thought when the end came so sudden that it might have been cancer but to be taken off at his age by a simple thing like appendicitis is very hard.  How is Daph taking it, mother?  I don’t suppose she’ll keep the home going but probably store her furniture and go to live with Daisy.  I must write her tomorrow if I get time.

I can imagine the surprise mother got when she ran into Mrs Phillips.  I suppose she’d be able to keep up appearances on her coupon issue as she probably doesn’t come to town as often as she used and her clothes would last much longer.  I thought Max would have been home before now – the fractured leg must have kept him back – unless he’s got a power of pull dad it’ll need more than a fracture to get him out of the army – that is if he’s in an AIF show.  The popular version of the letters among the old hands is ‘Arseholed In Forever’.  Incidentally, Jim showed me a letter from Snow saying in effect that they could manpower him out providing his classification was not less than A, so apparently they don’t want B class men out there.

I don’t know exactly what Tiger Bowers had at Campbell Town – assistant to the Q or something like that.  A good bludge anyway – good living conditions and plenty of beer and if he has any family would be better off than working.  

Things are very slack here at present and there’s a liberal amount of day leave available.  I went to Brisbane with Bruce Lloyd yesterday, mainly to pay a call on Mrs Tait.  You know the lady I mentioned in the other letters – Johnny McGrow’s sister – although she’d been very sick after Johnny was killed she seemed quite well again now and was able to talk without embarrassment.  We put in a couple of pleasant hours there.  Brisbane isn’t much of a place these days, unless you have friends here.  The pubs only open twice a day – 12.30 till 1pm and a quarter past five till six and you’ve no idea of the wild rush there is to get near a counter.  If I had to do that to get a drink I’d give it up altogether.  The only light spots in the town are the hostels run voluntarily by the women – they certainly do a good job and take the game more seriously than men – that is those outside of the services.

Well, Mother & dad I guess that’s about all the news for the present so for now will say cheerio.  Give my love to May, Anne & Carline and best wishes to the boys.

Love

Max

Legislative Council election (Buckingham)

As Dad says, Bill Wedd (Machinery merchant, Moonah) certainly made history.  He beat the endorsed Labor candidate, James Hickey (an orchardist of Barossa Rd, Glenorchy) and also Tom Murdoch (‘merchant’ of Montpelier Rd Hobart) who was both the sitting member for Buckingham and the President of the Legislative Council.  A collection of Wedd’s campaign speeches, entitled ‘It’s the least I can do’  is available to read in the Hobart Reading Room (Not available for loan).

McKenna refers to Labor Senator Nicholas McKenna who had been elected in August 1943 and was strongly in favour of the extended powers sought by Canberra.  These related to the post war period and in particular to the employment of returned servicemen and women – see this extract from an article by Attorney General HV Evatt  (https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/26002673/1867986) – The employment problem in wartime cannot be effectively tackled without vesting in the national Parliament full power to deal with the terms and conditions of employment, and generally with the relation of the employers and employees.  Will the position somehow be different when the war is over?…. A power with respect to ‘employment’ would include…power to determine the terms and conditions of employment.  Engagement and dismissal, wages and hours, industrial relations and industrial disputes could thus fall within the scope of the power.

I can see why Wedd as an employer might not have found this prospect inviting.  This link is to a report of the Town Hall debate on the proposed Transfer of Powers from the Hobart Mercury, 28 April 1944. https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/26007290/1868061  

 

Getting a drink in a Brisbane pub

Dad wasn’t joking about the limited opening hours – see this article https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/42040256 from the Courier-Mail, entitled How Brisbane Drinks Beer.  They even had special police whose job it was to keep the footpaths outside pubs clear for pedestrians, as the opening time approached.

Although taken from an article about a specific incident in 1942, this quote from Wikipedia highlights the difference between the products available to and affordable for American and Australian servicemen.

The Americans had PXs offering merchandise, food, alcohol, cigarettes, hams, turkeys, ice cream, chocolates, and nylon stockings at low prices, all items that were either forbidden, heavily rationed, or highly priced to Australians. Australian servicemen were not allowed into these establishments, while Australian canteens on the other hand provided meals, soft drinks, tea, and sandwiches but not alcohol, cigarettes, and other luxuries.[3][5] Hotels were only allowed to serve alcohol twice a day for one hour at a time of their choosing, leading to large numbers of Australian servicemen on the streets rushing from one hotel to the next and then drinking as quickly as possible before it closed. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Brisbane)

Refreshments provided by women – the only light spots in town

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The old hands are certainly browned off : a joyless journey north

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sgt Max Hickman

2/33rd Battn

AIF Aust 5/ 5/ 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Just a few lines hoping to find you both happy and well and enjoying life.  As you’ll see from the address I’m back in the unit – arrived here yesterday afternoon just before tea.

We reached Brisbane early – well, ten o’clock – Wednesday morning and after a series of parades got leave from four o’clock in the afternoon till midnight.  The trip up was uneventful as an atmosphere of melancholy obtained throughout.  I’ve never seen a crowd of men so out of sorts as that draft – never in the toughest of times a spot of humour didn’t brighten things up but the best comedian in the world couldn’t have raised a laugh from the mob as they stood by their gear at Spencer St Station waiting to entrain.  A half bred dingo dog expressed the sentiments of all as he howled a mournful dirge whilst tied to a stack of cases nearby.  The old hands are certainly browned off.

Quite apart from all the other reasons for not wanting to go back, I didn’t like leaving Ivy and the baby.  I think it was doing her good to have someone to talk to and the young fellow is a bonzer kid.  I thought him a bit cross and niggly the first couple of days as he cried quite a bit but am sure he must have been sick or else excited by having a stranger in the house as he was absolutely perfect during the last week.  I played with him every day and took him walks and that sort of thing and he was very happy.  I certainly hope she’ll be able to get over but as I suppose she’s told you there’s very real obstacles in making the trip.  But if she does make it do all you can to make them happy because they’ve had a tough trot.  Youngster’s not at all well and is becoming a prey to herself.  I wouldn’t say anything about Bill dad because she’s easily upset and nothing upsets her more than anything said about him.  She’s a great girl and a wonderful mother and has had a terrible tough trot and although she has very set ideas as a result of being alone and being naturally independent, give in to her rather than argue with her.

The trip up was uneventful.  From the time we left Melbourne till we reached Brisbane.  We all hoped we might stop at Sydney but just after daylight on Tuesday our hopes were smashed as the train switched at North Strathfield and headed for Newcastle and from then all interest in the trip ended except for a little discussion on General Bennett’s crack at Blamey & Co.  He certainly opened out in a big way.  I don’t know whether the Mercury reported it as fully as the Sydney Telegraph but he certainly stuck the boots in and it’s not surprising in view of his revelations that men should say it’s a gig show.

I haven’t seen anything of Jim since I got back.  He’d got leave today but I believe he got a bit knocked about as a result of running into a tree after a heavy session at the local pub.  Ray Ross hasn’t gone to the officers’ school yet – is still acting CSM.   He looks very fit and is quite content as we’re camped an easy distance from his home and he’s able to get home each night, and back next morning.

Must say cheerio now Mother & Dad.  Give my love to May, Anne & Carline and best wishes to the boys.

Love

Max.

The train trip north

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Troops enjoying a card game of poker during their long train trip taking them from Melbourne to Brisbane.

 

 

 

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Clapham Junction Qld.  The ice cream vendor with his horse and cart doing a roaring trade serving the troops from the Melbourne to Brisbane troop train.

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General Bennett’s crack at Blamey & Co

Sydney’s Daily Telegraph of Tuesday 2nd May 1944 : https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/248890055/27288563  Under the headline Gen. Bennett Defends Malaya Escape  this article quotes extensively from an interview with Lieutenant-General Gordon Bennett who had been denied an operational command in New Guinea by Chief of Army, General Blamey and had decided to return to civil life.  He was forthright in his criticism of Blamey and said he did not want to belong to Australia’s ‘chair-borne troops’.

Bennett was a controversial figure, having escaped from Singapore at the time of the British surrender in February 1942.  The Australian Army hierarchy viewed his action as desertion, but my reading suggests that the men of the 8th Division generally did not, and accepted his assertion that his return to Australia to advise on Japanese tactics was appropriate.  The War Cabinet in Melbourne congratulated Bennett, and Prime Minister John Curtin wrote “His conduct was in complete conformity with his duty to his men and to his country”.  However, General Blamey maintained his antipathy towards Bennett – and as the Telegraph article shows, the feeling was reciprocated.  A recent publication explores Bennett’s decision in more detail – Gordon Bennett: Hero Or Deserter by Roger Maynard, Penguin Random House 2017

From the way he speaks in this letter, it seems to me that Dad – like the men of the 8th Division – supported Bennett.

 

Ray Ross – one of the ‘day boys’

From The Footsoldiers (pp 374-5):

Liberal leave was allowed and half of the unit was allowed to be away for a night’s leave every night.  Soon some rather odd names were given to various categories of leave groups.  All those – mainly Queenslanders – who had brought their wives to live in Brisbane were granted permission to live out at night.  These men could ‘knock off’ at 1600 hours when the training period finished and not return until first training parade – 0800 – the next day.  For months these were referred to as “day boys”, although this was the kinder of the two names that were current.  The already overtaxed suburban trains …..had problems coping with the extra passengers but the troops’ morale was kept high. By the time the unit left Strathpine, and later Petrie, roads had been worn through the bush from the tent lines to the Lawton and Strathpine Station platforms.

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Extended leave about to end… two letters from Melbourne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

23rd April 44

Dear Mother & Dad

Just a few lines hoping to find you both happy & well as we are here.  Ivy seems fairly well although by no means fit.  The baby is very happy but a tremendous strain on her – his unbounded energy keeps her on the move all the time whilst the diet ordered for him takes a bit of time to prepare, and if he can’t get out on the grass gets a bit hostile.  He got a bit crotchety this afternoon although I’d tried to play with him for some time so we decided to take him for a walk and to this end covered his pram with a groundsheet whilst Ivy put another groundsheet over her shoulders and I wore Bill’s raincoat.  The weather was lousy – has been all day in fact, ever since yesterday afternoon – but we struck a pretty good patch for a bit over an hour and when we got back the young fellow was quite happy and has had his tea and gone to bed and whilst Ivy is drying his clothes by the fire I’ll catch up with some letter writing.

The news of Reg Wise’ death was about the most sudden I’ve heard – as I was talking to him at the Post Office only last Friday and he looked better than he had for some time.  His illness must have been of a more serious nature than was known.  It will be very hard for Daff with Darrell at the age when he needs his father.  I must write to her as soon as I finish your letter.

Marie came out and stayed at Ivy’s for a couple of days.  They had made the arrangements sometime earlier but fortunately the arrangement didn’t inconvenience Ivy at all as she has been sleeping in the same room as the baby for some time so we moved one of the other beds into the dining room.  Marie looked very well.  The change has certainly done her good, although she was very disappointed at not getting to Brisbane and as she says Angie was very disappointed too.  She expects to come back to Hobart next week.  We went to a show on Friday night – the three of us – Miss Tulloch and her sister came and stayed whilst we were away.  It was quite a good show – a musical comedy at the State Theatre.  Although as usual at indoor shows I went to sleep much to Marie’s disgust.  Marie offered to come out on Tuesday night and mind the baby whilst Ivy and I went to a show but as Ivy has an appointment with her dressmaker on Tuesday afternoon doesn’t think she’ll be up to making it so it doesn’t look like us getting out together again.

I had a few hours with Jim on Thursday afternoon – we had a few jugs at the Mitre – Jim was sparking well.  He said there’s no doubt about it a man could eat fish & chips with Bill Slater and go to a dinner at Government House the same night.  I fancy the mob moved on Friday although I wasn’t in town Friday or Saturday in the daytime. 

Will say cheerio now Mother & Dad.  Give my regards to the boys.

Love

Max.

Ivy sends her love and will write during the week.

The Mitre Tavern

A well known Melbourne establishment, still operating (2019).  According to the Tavern’s website http://www.mitretavern.com.au/history.html  the Mitre Tavern is the oldest building in the city of Melbourne.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8 Hollsmoor Rd

Burwood

30th April 1944

Dear Mother & Dad

Youngster is just getting tea ready so as we plan to play crib after tea will pen a few lines now.  Your welcome letter enclosed with Ivy’s arrived on Wednesday and made good reading though I’m sorry to hear Mother has had rheumatism again – apparently the Epsom Salts cure isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.  It may take some time to penetrate to the joints but I hope she is well again now.  It’s bad luck Carline being sick again.  There seems to be quite a lot of sickness about.  Must be the sudden change of weather.

The weather here has been lousy all the week too.  I had planned to do a lot of gardening but it rained  so much that I couldn’t get on the ground at all even to mow the lawn, though I did put some peas in.  The wood situation as far as buying is concerned, is rather tough.  I went round all the wood yards within a mile or more but they all had big waiting lists and couldn’t let us have any for some weeks.  Actually Youngster has quite a good stack – that is, for Melbourne – but I’d have liked to get her some more – so all I’ve been able to do, to help her was do the washing up and take the baby for a walk and he certainly enjoyed it too.  He’d wave to his mother from the pram till we were right out of sight.  When one hand got tired he waved with the other one.  He’s really no trouble though he gets a bit crabby at times but loves to frolic around.  We went to town on Friday afternoon and believe me he takes some looking after – climbed over everything in the tram and was interested in everything he saw in town especially when we stopped outside a shop whilst Ivy did her shopping.  He took stock of people, cars and all the passing show and came home quite pleased with himself.

I went out to Flemington on Saturday.  It was a beautiful afternoon.  The first good day of the week.  If Youngster could have made any arrangements for minding the baby she would have come too, but of course being Saturday afternoon everyone was busy.  I met Marie and her sister & sister’s husband – George Flint – a fine chap too – and we had quite an enjoyable though not profitable day.  Marie seemed to know quite a lot of people – Tasmanians – among them a cousin of Pat Wilson’s – I forget what Marie said her name was but Mother might know – she is in the WAAF’s.  A cousin of Marie’s apprenticed to one of the stables got a second in the apprentices’ race.

Well Mother & Dad it looks like the great run of luck with this leave has come to the end of its tether.  I reported back this morning but there was no draft out, got another day, but was told there’ll definitely be a draft tomorrow.  But I certainly can’t complain about this leave.  Viv arrived back this morning too so I’ll have company for the rest of the trip.  Must say cheerio now.  Give my love to May, Anne, Carline and regards to the troops.  Love

Max

Youngster and the little bloke send their love.

The wood situation

As mentioned in letters from the previous winter (July and August 1943) firewood was indeed hard to obtain in both Melbourne and Sydney.  Ivy was actually fortunate to have had the support of a friend, Alex Sturrock – which is probably why she had ‘quite a good stack’, by Melbourne standards.

Tram travel could be tricky

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A badly overcrowded East Preston tram moving along a street in a suburb of Melbourne

 

 

 

Racing at Flemington

Described as the ‘VRC Red Cross and ACF meeting’, a full report on the day’s racing can be found in the Melbourne Argus of Monday 1 May 1944:  https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/11816629  (ACF is Australian Comforts Fund – the first race was the Comforts Fund Hurdle.)

The Battalion re-forms

From The Footsoldiers (pp 374-75) :

It was not until 12 April that sufficient officers and men – some 250 – were assembled at Strathpine to formally being the rebuilding of the battalion.  Although not as bad as the difficult period… that existed a year before at Ravenshoe, not a great deal of enthusiasm was shown in the early days at Strathpine.  However the choice of a camp site outside a city such as Brisbane considerably helped the unit spirit and morale….. With the return of the New South Welshmen the unit was 400 all ranks by Anzac Day and the training syllabus began again.  Previously no training had been done – there were insufficient people to either give instructions or carry them out with purpose  – so gravel was carted to make parade grounds.

 

 

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