Monday, June 18, 2018

Past and Present

Our daughter Helen teaches a Pre-Primary class at a school near Rockingham.  She has a unit in the HASS  (History and Social Science)  part of the curriculum and I have been collecting objects which have to be classified by her pupils under the project name of Past and Present.
I guess I am about half way through the collection and hope to have about 30 articles which have examples of the past and the present ready for her next week.  The kids will try and work out what some of the old stuff is for and later arrange them in groups of past and present.
Here’s what I have at present.....Click to enlarge


See how many things you recognise



Thursday, May 17, 2018

You are a good man Daniel.


Yesterday I collected 13 nice iMacs and a large box of peripherals including ipads and iphones and a couple of Mac Minis etc etc. My kind donor was Daniel Kerr who runs an Apple sales and service business. Daniel has helped me out several times before with nice equipment for my project of 20 years supplying free computers to needy folks. You are a good man Daniel.   Click image to enlarge


Thursday, May 10, 2018

bush races and nostalgia trip


Weekend before last, my cousin Ted talked me into a road trip to the Western Australian wheatbelt where our families farmed in the early 1900s.  As well as the family odyssey, his son-in Law Kevin was driving his massive motor home and race car to a meet at a small town near Narrogin named Cuballing.   It all sounded good and I agreed to accompany cousin Ted on a three day car race/trace the family homesteads trip.  We arrived at Narrogin and then on to ‘Cubie’ and set up home in Kevin’s monster mobile home on a farm which had been set up as a race track.
Kevin’s mobile home....click images to enlarge

Inside Kevin's van
It would seem that these track races are held all over Australia and the next scheduled race is in Darwin.    I estimate that there were probably 30 race cars there and Kevin was a designated race controller which meant that his race car had to test the 15 kilometre race circuit before the races began.   This was where I was invited to be a passenger in his CanAm rocket machine.  Well, just getting strapped in was a major.


part of the course
We headed out on the track quite gently which I perceived to be a ‘treat the old fella easily’ move, then it started.....very fast jumps over small hills with 90 degree right and left turns at speed which was close to messing
my pants.  I loved it! 

In the afternoon Ted and I drove through several country towns having a look at our relatives’ old farms. Of course, these days, none of our families live on these farms and it was interesting to see what changes had taken place over the last 50 or so years.  We visited the site of my grand parents’ farm which was my annual holiday place from when I was around 10 years of age.  During the second world war my cousin Val and I were sent to the Toolibin farm when it was likely that the Japanese would bomb Fremantle where we lived.
Baby Kev and cousin Val with Nanna Lee at Toolibin 

  The Lee home at Toolibin is a bit decrepit now, with parts of the roof collapsing and showing the mud bricks the three Lee children; my mother and her two brothers, made after school on sunny days. 

Mud bricks and Lathe and plaster ceilings

 I had annual trips to ‘the farm’ every school holiday up until around 1960 when the Lees ran out of farmers and shifted to the city.  I had completed an apprenticeship as a turner machinist at a large government engineering company near Leighton on the Swan River.    After I finished my apprenticeship I spent a year studying for my Leaving Certificate and was selected to go to Papua New Guinea to train as a teacher in 1961.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Papuan eharo mask


Three weeks ago I was  interviewed by the West Australian Museum’s Assistant Curator of Anthropology and his assistant regarding my  donation of a rare Papuan head- dress called an eharo.  I had donated it to the museum whilst on leave from Papua New Guinea in 1963.   The language group of villages where my school was, was the Elema.  I was HT of their primary school in the village of Arehava for almost three years.  I had heard about their 7 year dance cycle, which at the end of the cycle, all the head dresses were destroyed and a new 7 year cycle commenced.   Unfortunately the Christian missionaries disapproved of this as definitely non-Christian and in my time in Arehava village no dancing of that type was practised.  I read of an anthropolgist’s book, The Drama of Orokolo (F E Williams 1940) and on my first leave back to Western Australia found a copy of the book at the W.A. state library. 
Upon returning to Arehava after leave, I searched out an old mask maker and we agreed on a price to recreate an eharo for me.  The agreed price was, I believe, 12 pounds Australian.  My part in the construction was to shoot a number of Sulphur Crested cockatoos for the feathers surrounding the top of the mask.     As I remember, it took a couple of months and at completion the entire village accompanied a male dancer with the eharo delivering it to me.  I was a bit concerned that a nearby mission station might think ill of me encouraging the dancing and the eharo mask, but I didn’t hear any complaints.   I had the eharo boxed in a wooden crate made by a tame carpenter at the Government Station at Ihu and took it by plane back home next leave.

The recent interview by Xavier and his assistant Karen was thorough and interesting. Some of the questions about the villagers and their traditions and indeed, how I decided to start a career in teaching in PNG were among things I had forgotten but pleased to recall.

Xavier and Karen are working to set up an exhibition of anthropological artefacts with background stories in the soon to be opened new W.A. Museum.  Hope I am still around for that.

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Sunday, April 8, 2018

Put a Church Key in your pocket


One of my Fav artists is Tom Waits.  In his Blue Valentine album my  favourite track is Kentucky Avenue.  As I understand it, it is perhaps a moving eulogy to a friend...quite likely imagined; who is crippled.

One of the lines near the end of the song is...
‘Just put a church key in your pocket, we’ll hop that freight train in the hall’

Some time ago I found out what a church key is.....



Tuesday, March 20, 2018

UWA Prosh Day


Tomorrow, the University of Western Australia has its traditional Prosh day.  The tradition has been an annual event since 1931, raising money for charities in this state.  A satirical newspaper is designed, printed and sold on the streets of Perth and the money collected distributed to chosen local charities.    Be prepared if you are visiting Perth City tomorrow.

A Prosh stunt in London Court, Perth City circa 1961 featured my late wife Joan seen holding the leash of a dog.  I met her about four years later at Bridgetown High School where we both taught.

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Sunday, February 25, 2018

46 years together

Today, at approximately this time, seven years ago, I lost my dear wife Joan to the bastard disease cancer.   We had 46 wonderful years together.





Saturday, February 17, 2018

The Lock family adventures in Papua New Guinea

My wife Joan and daughter Helen on a wire rope bridge in Papua New Guinea 1972.
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Friday, January 26, 2018

A little bit of WW2 history

During WW2, Fremantle Harbour in Western Australia became the largest submarine base in the southern hemisphere.  170 submarines of the British, Dutch and American navies used ‘Freo’ harbour as their base making 416 war patrols out of Fremantle.
Across the harbour entrance was an anti-submarine ‘boom’ net which was lowered when friendly shipping entered the harbour and kept raised at other times.  The Fremantle boom defence net was a buoyed wire mesh net with a central gate opened by a winch on the North Mole, and two buildings were constructed on the western end of Victoria Quay for the naval boom defence operating unit.

The remnants of the lowering/raising machinery are still to be seen on both sides of the harbour entrance.  Click images to enlarge them
Harbour entrance

Winding machinery...Sth Mole
Winding machinery...Nth Mole
U.S. subs with mother Ship
HMS Adamant and Brit subs
Wartime photos taken by Saxon Fogarty
                           

Monday, January 22, 2018

Happy times at Fremantle Cemetery

My brother Graham pointed out this Happy notification.  I guess it seemed like a good idea???

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Friday, January 19, 2018

Typhoid Martin

42 years ago this Lock family returned from a six year stint teaching in Papua New Guinea.  Our son Martin was born in Wewak hospital after a somewhat hazardous river crossing en route from Maprik to Wewak a distance of approx. 80 miles on a dirt road.
It was all good and Martin was born without complications.
Four years later the family, Kevin, Joan, Helen and Martin flew out of Port Moresby and home to Perth at the end of our contract in PNG.   We had purchased a lovely colonial house the previous year whilst on leave and we moved into our house and welcomed friends and family to a couple of parties.  Martin fell sick and eventually was diagnosed with Typhoid and interned in the infectious disease ward at Fremantle hospital.   Some 60 people had been in contact with Martin and the local health authorities had a big job contacting those people and allaying any fears of spread of the disease.   After five weeks Martin’s situation was declared safe and he came home to us.


Newspaper clippings at the time....click to enlarge


Friday, January 12, 2018

Nice gift

Daughter Helen brought around a bottle of bubbly given to her by the family of one of her Pre-Primary pupils.  The lad was her best pupil of 2017 and the message on the bottle is rather cute.

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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Bushfire hazard

I have been having a morning walk lately, through and around my suburb.  On the northern fenceline there is what was meant to be a nature strip featuring Grass Trees, Eucalyptus trees and other native species, however no maintenance has been done on this strip in years and it is ready for a firebug to toss a lighted match in and create a firestorm.

The Grass Trees (Xanthorrhoea) in a non political correct era were called Blackboys.  In that past era young lads would set fire to them and we are now fortunate that iPhones, iPads et al keep kids busy and not setting bushfires.
Young Grass Tree