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Thanks to all those who have contributed articles for this edition. Others who have helped with typing, copying, collating and stapling. This issue is much more interesting because of the visual illustrations provided by Helen. Thanks, they're great. EDITION 9 June 1984 A GOLDEN AFTERNOON r The afternoon of Thursday 3rd May, saw a happy gathering in the Dining Room at the Coolibah Centre for a Community Sing-a-long, The Coolibah Centre members were joined by members of the Fitzroy Elderly Citizens, Cameron House, Collingwood Elderly Citizens, Burnley Nursing Home and the Home of the Good Shepherd who came with the Sunshine Club, . , More than 100 joined in the singing led by Mona McMahon and pianist John Hoare. The songs included: "You made me love you", "I'm in the mood for love", "Heart of my heart", "When Irish Eyes are smiling", "My blue heaven", "Ramona", "Tea for two", "After the ball is over", and "Ain't she sweet". Preparing the afternoon tea in the kitchen earlier were Iris Conway and Carmen Magro. Others who joined in the preparing of scones and mixed sandwiches before the singing were Alice Cross, Roy Bartlett, Sally Ryan, Marilyn Roper, Kathleen McBride, Simon Martin, Norma Anderson, Lillie Bishop, Jean Rouse, Rita Chenhall. and Lou Chung, Thanks to everyone who helped, Tony de Clifford * Check the yellow program for the next Community Singing Day. lo\xj . BsiTe , U^r-j or NED KELLY'S MOTHER - 1923 In Shepparton when I was young, I once cut me foot on a beer bottle and I was taken over to Mooroopna Hospital. I was there for two weeks and not allowed to put me foot to the ground. So, I'm hopping around on one leg, I went to hop up a step, just misjudged it and kicked the top off the toe of the other foot. Well that meant I had to stay longer. They told me I'd have to stay until it healed over. I was dying to get home so I ripped the loose skin and scab off.so they wouldn't make me stay in bed any longer. They wouldn't let me leave until my parents came for me and paid the bill. It happened to be Shepparton Show Day. At last I went home and went to the Show with me mother and father. This old lady happened to be standing about twenty or thirty feet away from me, I never spoke to her but she was pointed out to me as Mrs. Kelly, Ned Kelly's mother. I remember her being dressed in black. We were talking about this incident among the family later. See, because of my foot, it was just me at the Show that day with my mother and father and when I told my brothers about seeing Mrs. Kelly they wouldn't believe me. A few years later, I picked up a book which happened to mention Mrs. Kelly being at the Show, not with my name or anything. I showed them and A- ■ Now Ned Kelly's uncle was the reprobate, actually. Ned got blamed for what his uncle done. Remember Frank Clune who wrote all the Ned Kelly books? Well, he said that his uncle was a reprobate, a real old doer. They used to blame Ned Kelly for what he'd done. But then, on the other hand, Ned Kelly was a real wild bloke. He got this gang together and he was supposed to have robbed the rich to give to the poor - a kind , ,of Robin Hood story. There was Ned and Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne. The reason that Ned killed the policeman was that he raped Ned's sister Kate. Kate and his mother used to ■ go and take food to Ned when he was on the run and they put Ned's mother in jail so as to trap him, but they didn't. She was there for three years. When they eventually caught him, he was tried and they hung him in Old Melbourne Jail. He was 25 years of age. I worked out that I was 13 years of age that year when I was at the Shepparton Show. As it turned out, it was only about a week before Mrs. Kelly died. It's strange that by chance seeing Mrs. Kelly at the Show, I had a link with Ned Kelly and events that happened 30 years before I was born - someone who has become such a colourful figure in history in the 1870's, more than a hundred years ago now. i'.*• ft: - HARRY BATES > Surely many of you have had similar contacts with interesting people from our past. Maybe yarns you've heard or perhaps had passed on from your parents or others. Please dig into your memories and tell us. AND NOW A STRANGE DREAM ... I once dreamt that I got into a taxi, you see, and the driver comes up to an intersection and the red light's against him. He goes straight through the red light and I go crook at him. "Oh", he says, "that's all right, my brother's a taxi driver too." Well, he goes up to the next red light and I abuse him and he says, "Don't worry, my brother's been a driver here for 25 years and he always goes through the red light." I said, "What's he do that for." "Well", he says, "you beat the other taxis, you get more fares and you make more money." So, he goes up to the next intersection and he stops at the green light. I says, "What are you stopping here for now?" "My brother might bo coming tiv other w v", he nay-. 6" MEETING HITLER by Cath Hunt (as told to Bob Telford) I travelled widely in my early years, mostly with my father, who served as a British special agent in the Diplomatic Corps. My father had a roving commission, and as I had lost my mother early in life, I accompanied him on his many journeys and did service as his hostess when the occasion arose. Of all the European countries we visited I loved Germany best, especially Berlin. We had our own private residence in Berlin and next door to us lived a very handsome, young fellow, Gottfried Von Cramm, the famous tennis player. The Von, as we called him, was such a fine fellow and he and I soon became close friends. One day, the Von told me that he had been invited to a garden party at the Reichstag where he was to meet the Reichchancellor, and he being unmarried as I was>asked me to accompany him. Knowing nothing about politics at that time and quite unaware of the identity of this Reichchancellor, you can imagine my surprise when I stood face to face with Adolf Hitler. I was not at all embarrassed at the meeting. After all it was only a social event, and I was very much impressed by Adolf's charming, old world courtesy and polished manner. It was his personal magnetism that got me in and as a young girl of nineteen, thought him fine. But Von Cramm, there is still a corner in my heart reserved for him. We continued to see each other, but as the war clouds gathered, I went back home to Scotland. But that was not the end - whenever the Von was in England he always came to see me and we went about quite a lot. o 0 o lo. - FANTASTIC FISHY FEATS Amazing tales by David Meyer This story is about the two most unusual incidents I experienced in my younger and teenage life. They may sound a bit fishy, but are nevertheless true incidents. The story starts back in about 1915. My father worked as a fitter on one of the dredges which operated on the Morce's Creek at Wandiligong, where I was born, three miles from the township of Bright, Victoria. There were many spots where gold was dredged for along Morce's Creek and the Ovens Valley at that time My father had been working there for about three years when the dredge closed down, the first World War was going on and the gold petering out. My father was out of work for some time when he received a letter from an old workmate who had gone over to South Africa and was working in the Rand mines in the Transvaal. He told my dad there was plenty of work for tradesmen at the mines there. So my dad went to South Africa where he got a good job working at his trade, leaving behind my mum, little me who was just coming on to four years old, my sister who was six and my brother who was nine. We had our own home on seven acres planted with walnuts, plums and apple trees. But as time went by, my mother became very depressed and lonely as friends she knew were starting to leave Wandiligong. Then our old home was locked and boarded up, and we all went on a big ship and over to South Africa to my father. My first memories come to me after I had been in South Africa for about a year. My father had learned to speak one of the Kaffir languages (of which there were many dialects among the black tribes). Dutch, German and English and many other languages were commonly used among the inhabitants of South Africa.