Homeward Bound Part 2 By Maurice Smith

Episode 2 of Homeward Bound

10.30pm - Sleeping on deck tonight as it’s getting pretty hot and sticky down below.

12^th Day – The real heat is with us now. It was 90^o in the shade at noon. Our position at that time was between Mecca and Sudan but not in sight of either. A rumour is spreading on board that Typhus has broken out in Bombay and that we will not be docking there. Officially though we are stilling calling there.

13^th Day – The sun came up like thunder again today and the upper decks are crowded with its worshipers. Our noon position was 107 miles east of Massawa. We should clear the Red Sea tonight and pass Aden in the morning. Several more hands of “500” have been added to the hundreds which the four of us have played together since leaving Millom.

10.15pm and the 13^th day has ended on a black note, or rather a Red one! I thought I’d have a few bob on the Black before retiring but a run of 14 Reds put paid to this foolish idea. To hell with Roulette!

14^th Day – Aden went by at 10am. We definitely are going in to Bombay.

15^th Day – We have entered the Arabian Sea. It’s still hot and the ocean is a real blue again after the dirty look of the Red Sea. A quiet day.

16^th Day – Up watching a superb sunrise. There is a fair amount of cloud and, as the sun comes up behind it, little red chinks of light appear. They look like the lights of a little hillside town at night. Now, as the sun climbs towards more broken clouds, we discern a rough map of the English Channel area with Southampton and Cherbourg Peninsula clearly defined. The sky is flecked with little orange flecks of cloud. It really is a lovely sight.

1pm - Our noon position was midway between Aden and Bombay. The day’s run was the worst so far – 401 miles. Our clocks have gone forward one hour on each of the past two nights and a further hour tonight, putting us 5½ hours ahead of G.M.T.

9.30pm - Introduced to a new method of losing money called the “Farmyard.” My friend Harry is a farmer and I accompanied him to the Wheel with various animals thereon such as elephant, emu, dog, rabbit etc. Harry is “well built” so his nickname is  ”Jumbo”. He followed his namesake and won on the night. I was more divided in my loyalties and lost as usual.

17^th Day -  1.15pm we have just had an address by the O.C. Troops concerning shore leave in Bombay. To sum up – it’s ok by him but the last word rests with the shore authorities. We were 378 miles from Bombay at noon and should arrive there by 10am tomorrow morning.

9.30pm - Harry has come back from backing “Jumbo” again. Won 15/- (shillings) this time. Who said omens don’t count?

Bombay Harbour

18^th Day – We are up on the forward sun-deck watching Bombay come into view. The harbour is quite picturesque but it doesn’t have the land-locked beauty of Sydney Harbour.

10am  - Four little tugs have us in tow. They seem no bigger than good sized launches and make a noise like a steam train crossing a bridge. The waterfront looks modern with hotels and blocks of flats. Two signs catch the eye. One says “Gateway to India” and the other “Welcome to India but Mum’s the Word.”

11.15am -  Some Red Cross ladies have come on board and are giving us information about Bombay. We are allowed ashore after lunch but leave passes expire by 8pm. Little time for anything but shopping and a drink or two.

1.30pm  - Ashore in heavy blue uniforms. We are melting in 90^o in the shade and this is supposed to be early Winter!

Bombay 1945

5pm -  We are taking a rest after shopping. It’s hard work here, bargains galore if you can get the vendors down to the “right” price. All done amongst a swirling storm of humanity. I don’t think I would feel safe after dark. One hawker claimed to have polished Cliff’s shoes and made out he would pitch a stone at Cliff if he didn’t give him some Annas. He finally settled for two cigarettes. What contrasts there are. Modern emporiums near tumbledown shacks, streamlinedPackards brushing past creaking open carts, well dressed men and women walking past crippled and dishevelled beggars on the streets.

6.15pm - We are having a mixed grill and a few beers at the Wayside Inn. The

Wayside Inn Bombay

meat is a bit spicy for me but Harry and Des seemed to enjoy it. I bought an evening paper to find that General George S Patton – “Old Blood and Guts” has been badly injured in a car accident at Mannerheim. There’s still plenty of action going on in Java and Indo-China and a Foreign Ministers’ Conference in Moscow is taking place. 

8.40pm -  Back on board. Exhausted from haggling with little worthwhile to show for it.

10.15pm -  A few of our Old 66 Wireless Course in Canada have come on board. They’ve been out here for two years now and like us are looking forward to the prospect of sighting Australian shores.

HMS Howe Suez Canal 1944

19^th Day–At 11am this morning tugs took us away from the dock, but we are anchored again, down the Harbour and a watership is alongside.

2pm  - It is a clear, hot afternoon. There is a fair amount of shipping around. King George 5^th’s newest sister ship the “HMS Howe” pulled in this morning. She has covers over her 14” turrets but looks a tough customer, even so.

7.30pm - An ideal tropical night but our ear drums are being assaulted by a musical shamble. Our classical broadcast hour is giving us Beethoven. A concert party is rehearsing for Christmas and singing carols, one gramophone is giving out a Spike Jones number and another gramophone is blaring forth with the hit song “Rum and Coca-Cola”.

20^th Day–The pilot has come aboard and we’re getting ready to push off on the 4,000 miles to Fremantle.

2.15pm -  Up on sundeck with topee and sunglasses purchased in Bombay.

21^st Day – A clear and hot day with a smooth sea. As the sun gains ascendancy, it becomes very fierce indeed. The day’s run has been 438 miles – the best for the voyage so far.

6.30pm - A full moon is coming up. It looks very beautiful.

7.15pm - We read an Aldis (lamp) message from a passing ship. The message reads “British Justice – Columba to Point Sudan.” Evidently the Athlone Castle wished them a Merry Christmas or something of the sort, as “British Justice replied, “Thanks same to you – pleasant voyage – good night.” Nice, courteous ways ship signallers have.

22^nd Day – Staying out of the sun this morning. Wonder of wonders, I won a few quid at Roulette.

4.30pm - Back to the Animal Wheel again. Lost a few Bob, but finished the day well in front. At noon, we were 60 miles past the southern tip of Ceylon and should be crossing the Line tomorrow.

23^rd Day – The ghost of the ancient mariner seems to be pervading the scene. We are due to cross the Line early this afternoon. It is dead calm. It is December 22^nd. The Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, Summer Solstice in the South. The sea is like a vast mirror reflecting the rays of the fiercely burning sun. Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink!

10.30am - All India Radio is giving the news that “Blood and Guts” Patton has died from the injuries received in the car crash. The fickle Hand of Fate – at it again!

1.30pm - We have just crossed the Equator at about 83^o East. Our day’s run was only 406 miles.

5.50pm - All up on deck watching a magnificent sunset, the kind usually seen only in paintings. Even the sea has changed to golden brown.

10pm - Have played a few more hands of “500” tonight. Must turn in now.

ANZAC Spirit in World War II - George V.Smith Award Essay

The following essay was written by Wesley College student, Scarlett Cunningham, and won her the inaugural George V. Smith Award presented by the Friends of the Odd Bods Association.

ANZAC Spirit in World War II

Scarlett Cunningham

Year 10

Wesley College, Glen Waverley Campus

The Anzac spirit encapsulated the characteristics which helped the Australian troops combat extreme adversity and achieve glory throughout World War II.

The Anzac spirit was born in the face of adversity and overwhelming odds during World War I. This spirit was forged through mateship, endurance, courage and a peculiar ability to find humour in the darkest of hours. It was an innate something that was not contrived or forced, through this spirit the Australian troops found the strength to thwart the Japanese onslaught, specifically during the Kokoda campaign, as it encapsulated the characteristics needed to achieve glory without necessarily seeking it.

The Kokoda Campaign, starting in July 1942, tested the Australian troops to their limits -but due to their courage to overcome the enemy, they were able to go above and beyond their duty to their country. The Australian troops that were first gathered to fight at the start of the Kokoda campaign were inexperienced and ill prepared for combat with the battle-hardened Japanese. The experienced Australian troops were continuing to fight in the far off European and African war zones, meaning a new Australian force had to be mobilised. The conditions in the Kokoda trail were harsh, the troops had to travel through dense jungle, unknown to any Australians, in order to drive the Japanese back to shore.

As Private Laurie Howson from the 39^th Battalion explained within his diary entry from Kokoda, “You are trying to survive, shirt torn, arse out of your pants, whiskers a mile long, hungry, and a continuous line of stretchers … some days you carry your boots because there’s no skin left on your feet”.  Despite the hardships that Kokoda presented, the Australian troops were able to conjure the courage to fight, often formed through brotherhood and sardonic humour. Adding onto this, many images taken throughout Kokoda depict the Australian soldiers smiling and laughing despite the enormity of the peril they faced, which is something that truly captures the ANZAC spirit.

The mateship formed between the Australian troops through their humour, passion for their country and sharing of the same experience, allowed the creation of strong bonds and subsequently a self-sacrificing demeanour carried throughout the troops. Private Bruce Kingsbury was a great example of this specific but vital element of the ANZAC spirit. Kingsbury was a part of the 2/14^th Australian Infantry Battalion and was determined to make a stand against the Japanese. In an act of self -sacrifice for his country, Kingsbury charged the Japanese troops at the Battle of Isurava on 29 August 1942, rushing forward while shooting his Bren gun at his hip, managing to create many casualties and push the enemy back. It was apparent from the start of Kingsbury’s actions that he would most likely die, which he did after being shot down, but he continued anyway due to his love for his country and value of comradeship. This patent example of self-sacrifice shows how through the ANZAC spirit many of the Australian troops rallied together in order to serve their country.

Through the qualities of mateship, courage and humour condensed within the ANZAC spirit, the Australian troops were then able to have the ability to find hope within the darkest of times and persist in their fight. At the beginning of the Kokoda Campaign, it was apparent that the Australian troops were losing ground, which was enforced on 27 August when the Australians were pushed out of Kokoda Village and back to Isurava by the Japanese. The Australian troops were outnumbered, had primitive artillery and were low on supplies. Over the next several months however, the Australians were able to fight back at the Japanese through battles in places such as Cora Creek or Missions Ridge. Despite still being low on supplies towards the end of the campaign, on 2 November 1942 the Australians retook Kokoda Village. The Battle for the Kokoda track then finally ended, after the Australians in an immense effort, managed to tire the Japanese and thus reach the Kumasi River on 18 November 1942. The likelihood of the Australian troops winning this battle seemed impossible at times due to their inexperience or lack of provisions, but through resilience and persistence, they managed to overcome the odds under duress in an incredible feat – which was achieved through the characteristics condensed in the ANZAC Spirit.

The ANZAC spirit was an Australian tradition born in World War I in the trenches of Gallipoli and then carried into World War II. It was a conscious ideology in which the Australians relied on to achieve success in World War II. After specifically focussing on the Kokoda Campaign, we see that through the traits of bravery, patriotism, mateship, humour and humble determinations, the Australian troops were able to combat extreme adversity and attain victory in World War II.

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Wesley Anzac Service And G.V.Smith Award

The Wesley Anzac Commemoration Ceremony was conducted in bright sunshine at the Glen Waverley Campus today with a comprehensive program including participation from Friends of the Odd Bods Association and the inaugural presentation of the George V.Smith  Award.

A quadrangle filled with students, staff, veterans, and dignitaries was treated to a moving service enhanced by music, speeches, and ceremony including wreath laying and the haunting refrains of the Last Post and Reveille.

Today was the inaugural presentation of the George V.Smith Award. The award was developed in collaboration between Wesley and Friends of the Odd Bods Association to recognise the best essay by a Year 10 student about the Anzac Spirit.

George Smith had championed the concept of the Odd Bods with Wesley College, Glen Waverley, stimulating student’s interest in and understanding of the significance of Australia’s contribution to the military and the Anzac Spirit, and supported the concept of the annual Anzac Commemoration service at the school.

The 2017 award was presented to student Scarlett Cunningham. Scarlett received a certificate and a prize to assist with her scholarly pursuits. Her winning essay has been posted in a separate article.

Student Scarlett Cunningham seen with Friends of the Odd Bods Weston Bate, Terry Maher, Doug Parry, and Ralph White.

Following the service in the senior school, many of the participants moved out to the Lone Pine Memorial where Weston Bate regaled the crowd with a poem he had recently composed.

Weston Bate presents his poem.

A wonderful day – a moving ceremony – and a fine tribute to an Odd Bods founder.

Homeward Bound By Maurice Smith

Homeward Bound
by    Maurice Smith ~ Oddbod (UK) 430064

Extract from Airletter to Family 18/9/1945
I’m coming home!
After V.J. Day we were given indefinite leave to take civilian jobs wherever we could find them.  I went to London to a clerical job with the Ministry of Works. My mail was being directed to the Boomerang Club, but I didn’t go in there until Tuesday when I found the following telegram had arrived on the previous Saturday.  “YOU ARE WARNED FOR DRAFT. RETURN TO YOUR UNIT IMMEDIATELY." 
By the time I packed and got paid off at the Ministry of Works, I didn’t get back to camp until the Wednesday, only to find I had missed the draft. So it was that I went back to London to farewell friends for a second time as there was no further Draft to leave until the next Monday.  I stayed at the Salvation Army Hostel near King’s Cross. I went to bed early on the Sunday night and put in an early call for 3am. Some hours after I retired, I woke, looked at my watch – 3.45am. I threw my clothes on, raced downstairs, swore at the orderly for not waking me and reached the railway station at precisely 4am. A final burst took me to the right platform and fifty yards ahead of me the train to Worksop pulled out. I’d had it! The next train to Worksop was at 6am and a slow train at that. Thus, it was that I missed Draft No 2. This time I was paraded before the Adjutant who was decent enough not to inflict any punishment, except to forbid me to leave the Station while I waited for the next available Draft.

Extract from Airletter written aboard Troopship “Orion” 14/11/1945
I seethe with anger as I sit down to write. Yes, I had embarked for home alright. Last Sunday 9th November was the exact date, after taking one look at the conditions on board, something like 500 blokes walked off the ship, we stayed. As the ship slowly pulled away, we listened to a tearful rendition of Auld Lang Syne by an R.A.F. Band on the wharf. We were homeward bound at last. We sailed on. Everything was okay for 24 hours until, all of a sudden, we stopped dead. For four hours, we were motionless in the Bay of Biscay, then the blow fell. “The Ship has developed engine trouble and we are returning to Southampton.” For two days now we have been limping back to our starting point at a steady eight knots. We expect to dock this evening and special trains will take us back to various holding camps. With my luck, I’ll bet I get sent to the most furtherly point in the country and spend all night getting there.

Extract from Airletter to family 3/12/1945
This time I really am coming. After travelling all night from Millom in Cumberland, we embarked again at Southampton last Friday night 30th November. This time we are on the Athlone Castle. She is a motor vessel of 25,000 tonnes, 720 feet long with a single squat orange and black funnel, but they till us she only cruises at 18 knots, slow but sure? Conditions are not crowded this time and the food, so far, has been good.

"Athlone Castle"

Extract from Diary kept on board Athlone Castle
This is the 2nd day at sea and we are driving through the Bay of Biscay into a gale of some considerable force. The ship is riding remarkably steady. Harry, Cliff, Lloyd and I have located the Roulette Wheel and are giving it an occasional work out as a change from our daily “500” card games. At 1.15pm on the third day at sea, we had an announcement of the Ship’s position, that at noon we were 66 miles west of Oporto. We will be entering the Straights at 5pm tomorrow morning and should pass Gibraltar around 7am. Meantime, I won two quid at Roulette. At 10pm, we passed the lights of Lisbon. I couldn’t help thinking what a mass of espionage and counter espionage must have gone on underneath those lights – the lights of the last neutral port in Europe during the war years. 
On the 4th day at sea we were up at 6am but no sign of Gibraltar or any other land for that matter. Someone must have miscalculated over the announcement. 11am and land was sighted on the starboard quarter – possibly Spanish Morocco. At noon, we were approaching Tangier and expect to be passing Gibraltar in two hours. Daily run 437 miles – best so far. 2.30pm, we’ve been up on the sundeck for a couple of hours. The African coast looks very rugged! Passing Gibraltar now but poor visibility spoilt our nearest view of it. 
5th Day – Algiers, one time pirates’ stronghold and a reputation of being one of the world’s beautiful, at the same time wickedest, cities is drifting by to Starboard. 7pm Harry and I have cooked up a brilliant scheme to break the Roulette Bank. One of us to keep backing the Red and doubling it till Red turns up. The other one to do likewise on the Black. A win at every turn of the wheel! What Novices! A run of eight Black and the Red bettor was looking for 128 chips which he didn’t have. Put it down to experience.
6th Day – At 7am we were passing Bizerta and will be leaving the coast soon. Much lighter in cash today after the disaster at the Roulette Wheel. Sticking to “500” Card game now. At 10am the rocky headland of Cape Bon, where the African Corps made its last stand and was liquidated in 1943, has come into view. At 1pm there was an announcement “we are now passing the Island of Pantelleria, highest point 2,287 feet.” It looks pretty rugged – more like a big rock. 7.30 pm – the lights of Malta, the little island the axis couldn’t break, are coming up to Starboard. 10pm – we were just finishing a round of “500” when we saw a red light out to sea. So, the four of us made our way to the Roulette Wheel confident this was the lucky omen “back the red”. Needless to say, another run of Blacks came up and a few more bob went up the spout.
7th Day – There is a rolling swell today. We were 170 miles north of Benghazi at noon. The Blue Mediterranean is at its bluest today.

Port Said 1940's - ANZAC Memorial In Foreground

8th Day – A quiet day. Played “500” but no Roulette! At noon, we were 100 miles north of Alexandria and are reducing speed to reach Port Said in daylight tomorrow morning.
9th Day – Arrived at Port Said this morning at 8am. It looks to be a fair mixture of luxury and squalor. The ship was immediately surrounded by a swarm of little boats crowded with hawkers and their wares. At 6pm our sister ship The Stirling Castle was pulled in and berthed right next to us. She is bringing troops back from the East. Did a spot of sunbaking and more cards.
10th Day – Moved off at 7am but stopped again in a wider part of the Canal for northbound shipping to pass. Only a couple of Dhows so far though. 11.15am a French Liner “The Pasteur” has just passed with troops aboard. 12 noon – an American Liberty Ship “P131” and Hospital Ship Atlantis, have just passed. Believe there are four more Ships to come, but I must have lunch. 
1.30pm – Three cargo boats and The Queen of Bermuda have passed and we are ready to move, but we can’t. We’ve grounded. 
3pm – We’ve lost too much time getting a start and as we can’t make Ismalia before the next lot of shipping is due, we have been stopped again.
8.30pm – Underway at last and should clear the Canal by morning.
11th Day – We’re stopped in Suez Harbour first thing this morning, but are now under way again.  We were paid Ten pounds each this morning – in the money again!
2.30pm – Passing Mt Sinai of biblical renown and will be leaving the Gulf of Suez about 5pm and entering the Red Sea. (to be continued)

Farewell To Peter Isaacson

Peter Isaacson, AM, DFC, AFC, DFM passed away on 7^th April 2017 and will be remembered by many Odd Bods for his significant contribution as an airman and publisher.

Our photo shows Peter in the middle with Jack Elliott and Doug Parry at last year’s VE Day Service at the Shrine.  

Peter Stuart Isaacson, AM, DFC, AFC, DFM (31 July 1920 – 7 April 2017) was an Australian publisher and decorated military pilot. He was owner of Peter Isaacson Publications, the publisher of various trade publications and suburban newspapers including the Southern Cross and the Sunday Observer in Melbourne. During World War II, he served in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) as a pilot with RAF Bomber Command and was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Force Cross and the Distinguished Flying Medal.

Isaacson grew up in Melbourne and started working for a newspaper when he was sixteen. He joined the RAAF in 1940. Following his stint in Bomber Command, he became well known in Australia for his tours in the Avro Lancaster Q-for-Queenie to promote the sale of war loans and, in particular, for flying his plane under the Sydney Harbour Bridge in 1943. He transferred to the RAAF Reserve after the war, retiring as a wing commander in 1969. From 1956 he served as a Trustee, Chairman, and finally Life Governor of the Victorian Shrine of Remembrance. In 1991 he was appointed a Member of the Order of Australia for his publishing and community work.

"When in doubt, do the courageous thing." 

Correspondence Received

Friends Of Odd Bods Inc.                                                                March 2017

Thank you for your information re Annual Reunion on Anzac Day, also information re march.

I am unable to attend either functions as I am now 86 years old.

I have always attended the dawn service at Chelsea, but this year I will attend the service which is held in the village where I live.

Best Wishes to you all,

Yours Sincerely,

Mabel Arnold

Thanks for keeping in touch Mabel. We are pleased that you are able to continue the tradition of attending an Anzac Day service. – Best wishes from the Friends.

Friends Of The Odd Bods                                                                26/3/2017

Dear Friends,

          I recently received notification from the French Embassy in Canberra that I was to be awarded the Legion of Honour.

          As requested, the medal arrived by post on 21/3/17 and is resting proudly alongside my other medals. To say I am pleased and honoured would be an understatement.

Yours Sincerely,

M.F.Sanders DFC.

An honour indeed. It is great to see Odd Bods being recognised for their service. Well done. Thank you for keeping in touch. Best wishes from the Friends.

Email Received                                                             24/3/2017

Hi,

Thanks so much for your letter and attachments and are much appreciated indeed – sure you can put me on your email mailing list.

Once again over the years I will be marching at Geelong where I live – but for the last couple of years or so I am the only ex RAAF WW11 in our contingent –  to me it is rather unique for me to be the only bod behind the banner, but as long as I am able I will keep proudly marching for my many mates.

Thanks again for your interest.

Regards,

John Ireland

Thank you John. Excellent that you can keep on marching. We’ve added you to our email list. Best wishes from the Friends

Shrine Highlights VE Day and Friends of the Odd Bods On Its Calendar

The Shrine of Remembrance Melbourne has highlighted VE Day and Friends of the Odd Bods on its list of ceremonies for 2017.

Here is the full entry from their website -

• Ceremony: 72 ANNIVERSARY of Victory in Europe (VE Day) Incorporating the Friends of the Odd Bods Association

  Monday 8 May 2017, 11:00am
  Wreath Laying on the Forecourt
  Shrine Representatives:
  Shrine Governor Major Maggie More RFD
  Shrine Governor Squadron Leader Steve Campbell-Wright
  RSL VICTORY IN EUROPE REMEMBRANCE SERVICE AT THE SHRINE OF REMEMBRANCE The RSL will hold a State Remembrance Service, in conjunction with the Friends of the ODD BODS Association, at the Shrine of Remembrance on Monday 8th May 2017 to commemorate the World War 2 Victory in Europe On 7 May 1945 the German High Command authorised the signing of an unconditional surrender on all fronts, just a week after the death of Adolf Hitler: the war in Europe was over. The surrender was to take effect at midnight on 8–9 May 1945. The following day, 8 May, was declared VE (Victory in Europe) Day, but in Australia, celebration was tempered with the knowledge that the war in the Pacific was still to be won. Australians serving overseas joined wholeheartedly in the celebrations and Australian prisoners of war in European prison camps were liberated and Australian sailors and aircrew began returning home. While in the major Australian cities there were similar outbursts of rejoicing, overall, the mood across the country was sombre. Churches held thanksgiving services, and on 9 May 100,000 people attended the service at the Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne. The Service marks the RSL’s recognition of this important day in our history. It is expected that, the service will attract people of all ages and has special meaning to those who have lost relatives and loved ones during that war. Students from schools are expected to attend.
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ANZAC Day Arrangements and Reunion Luncheon - 25th April 2017

Anzac Day is not far away and invitations to this year’s Anzac Day reunion have been sent out today via email to members with email addresses and via Australia Post to those without.

The reunion is being held at the same location as last year’s successful event -  The Riverwalk Amora Hotel on the banks of the Yarra in Richmond.

Arrangements for this year’s ANZAC Day march are similar to previous years. Details have been included with the mailout and we ask you to complete the forms as soon as possible particularly so that we can prepare transport arrangements for the day. Arrangements like car transport in the march, bus transport to the reunion and luncheon bookings, need to be organised well in advance. 

You can also access the day's arrangements by clicking on the "ANZAC Day 2017" tag at the top of this page.

We look forward to another great occasion and urge you to contact the following members if you have any questions - 
Peter Randell (0410271941), Greg Smith (0406222020), or Gary Elliott (0418523974).

Wesley College ANZAC Day Campus Commemoration Service.

Friends of the Odd Bods Association members are invited to attend the Wesley College ANZAC Day Commemoration Service to be held at their Glen Waverley Campus on Thursday 20^th April at 11:45am.

The Odd Bods have had a long association with Wesley and this year we will be presenting the inaugural George V. Smith Award to the year 10 student who has written the best essay about the ANZAC spirit.

Morning tea will be served at 11:15 am in the Alexander Room of the Senior School with the service to follow at 11:45 in the Prest Quad. Reserved parking will be available next to the Coates Pavilion. RSVP to Peter Randell if you wish to attend this service.

Some Links You May Like

We are forever grateful to those who send us links to articles about flying. They can cover a whole range of subjects from humorous, to serious, to down-right fascinating. Here is a recent selection –

Stealth Bomber Missions Against ISIS –

http://www.popularmechanics.com/military/aviation/a25070/to-libya-and-back-inside-obamas-last-strike-against-isis/

New Joint Strike Fighter –

From Terry Maher - The new JSF F35s unveiled today will be official designated No 3 Squadron which has an illustrious history to many Odd Bods.

As a young boy, I was a frequent visitor to No 3 Squadron at RAAF Base Fairbairn in Canberra when my Father Owen Maher re-enlisted in Air Force Reserve during the Korean War. It finally gave him access to the Officers' Mess that was denied him as a SGT from 1939-45.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No._3_Squadron_RAAF

The Amazing Paul Allen Aircraft Collection –

http://www.flyingheritage.com/

Air Show Veterans

Thanks to Peter Randell for these shots of various older aircraft taken at this year's Avalon Airshow.

Walter's Wisdom

"Roger, 85, married Jenny, a lovely 25 year old.

 Since her new husband is so old, Jenny decides that after their wedding she and Roger should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that her new but aged husband may over-exert himself if they spend the entire night together.

 After the wedding festivities Jenny prepares herself for bed and the expected knock on the door.   Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Roger, her 85 year old groom, ready for action. They unite as one.   All goes well. 

 Roger takes leave of his bride, and she prepares to go to sleep. After a few minutes, Jenny hears another knock on her bedroom door, and it's Roger.  Again he is ready for more action. 

Somewhat surprised, Jenny consents for more coupling. When the newly-weds are done,  Roger kisses his bride, bids her a fond good night and leaves.

 She is set to go to sleep again, but, aha, you guessed it---- Roger is back again, rapping on the door and is as fresh as a 25-year-old, ready for more 'action'. And, once more they enjoy each other. 

 But as Roger gets set to leave again, his young bride says to him, 'I am thoroughly impressed that at your age you can perform so well and so often. I have been with guys less than a third of your age who were only good once. You are truly a great lover,Roger.'

 Roger, somewhat embarrassed, turns to Jenny and says:   'You mean I was here already?’ "

 The moral of the story: Don't be afraid of getting old, Alzheimer's has its advantages.

Thank you to Walter Eacott for this gem.

Following My Father's WWII Story

Friends of the Odd Bods Association committee member, Michael Rossiter, recently completed a trip to the UK during which he was able to follow his father’s (Tom Rossiter) World War Two Story.

Michael visited East Kirkby airfield where his father was based and recorded some wonderful detail about Lancaster activities in WW2 including getting up close to “Just Jane” one of the last remaining Lancasters currently undergoing restoration.

Michael’s story is a wonderful tribute to “the men who fought both in the air and on the ground to give us the world we have today” whilst paying homage to his father and recording some fascinating detail about a legendary aircraft.

The full story including over 50 photographs can be found by clicking on this link. – Following My Father’sWWII Story.

Committee Member Receives Citizenship Award

Friends of the Odd Bods Association committee member, Jan Dimmick, was a joint recipient of the City of  Boroondara Citizen of the Year Award 2017. Jan is seen on the left in our photo.

At the risk of embarrassing Jan we are going to record the detail of her achievements which of course includes the Odd Bods.

Jan Dimmick

Joint Boroondara Citizen of the Year

Jan’s contribution to various community, charity and sporting groups in Boroondara and Victoria has spanned more than 40 years. Some of the organisations she has volunteered her services to are, the Hawthorn Community Chest, Red Cross, Arthritis Association and St Johns Camberwell.

Jan is an active member of the Melbourne Cricket Club Australia Day Committee, Boroondara Australia Day Committee, Bomber Command Association Committee and the Odd Bods Committee.

A talented sports woman, she has been a long term Melbourne Cricket Ground volunteer tour guide, umpired at the Australian Open, and competed in the Masters Games in athletics. Jan carried the Olympic Torch in 2000 and participated in the first leg of the Presbyterian Ladies College 125th Anniversary Torch Relay in the same year. In 2001, she was awarded the Centenary Medal for service to community and sport.

Well done Jan!

A Tree, Two Brass Plaques, And Two Glasses Of Spiced Rum

At first glance it might seem like a strange combination in this photo although it all make sense to Friends of the Odd Bods Association, Secretary, Peter Randell.

One of the plaques is in honour of  Peter’s Dad and it is

located under a Rowan tree on the drive into the Yorkshire Air Museum. It was placed there by his old bomb group leader, Ken Dean who passed away last year. Peter’s mate and FOTOBA member, Bryan Wilcockson recently put a similar plaque under the tree for Ken and part of the maintenance of the site involves polishing the brass, giving the tree a water and occasionally a tot of spiced rum which was Ken’s favourite.

It all makes perfect sense and illustrates a great way to remember two special people.

COMMENTS:
Loved the story “A Tree, Two Brass Plaques, And Two Glasses Of Spiced Rum”. For the keen gardeners amongst you, I always fertilize the magical Rowan on the ratio of ‘one for the tree and one for me’ - Bryan Wilcockson 

Donald and Hillary Go into A Bakery

Donald and Hillary Go into A Bakery on the Campaign Trail.

As soon as they enter the bakery, Hillary steals three pastries and puts them in her pocket.

 She says to Donald, "See how clever I am? The owner didn't see anything and I don't even need to lie. I will definitely win the election.”

 The Donald says to Hillary, "That's the typical dishonesty, trickery and deceit you have displayed throughout your entire life.

 I am going to show you an honest way to get the same result.”

 Donald goes to the owner of the bakery and says, "Give me a pastry and I will show you a magic trick." 

Intrigued, the owner accepts and gives him a pastry.

 Trump swallows it and asks for another one.

The owner gives him another one.

Then Donald asks for a third pastry and eats that, too.

 The owner is starting to wonder where the magic trick is and asks, "What did you do with the pastries?”

 Trump replies, "Look in Hillary's pocket"...

From the Walter Eacott collection - thanks Walter.

Bomber Command Cocktail Party