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Another week gone, and the week to be bearing down with the speed and general moving-wall-ness of a freight train. One of those 100-carriage trains we used to get trapped at the railway crossing by (at least we could wave to the people on the Indian Pacific).
This week I got the files I ordered from the National Archives. I haven't gone into fine detail yet (translating acronyms and handwriting and all), although it seems that Jack had a bit of unofficial fun while in England; and Maurice was all of 5'3", and his kit never made it home, the ship it was on being sunk. Although for all the information that was included (Jack's application form alone included what subjects were part of his leaving examination and what sports he played - spot the Australian form!), none of the files had any photos in them (WWI files didn't have them anyway, but over half the WWII files, especially RAAF ones did, I think), so it was lucky that I got those photos from Mum.
I also realised, looking through a street directory, that as a teen I was surrounded by family history every day. One of the places I used to live was in a suburb now called Salter Point (in the past it would have been part of Manning). My house (now since demolished, I found thanks to GoogleEarth) was on Sulman Avenue. At the top of the street (well, numerically, I think of it as at the bottom because it was at the bottom of the hill) was Hope Avenue, and the next street after ours was Klem Avenue. It wasn't until now that I got it. The drafting firm of Hope and Klem was responsible for a lot of the design of the South Perth/Canning Bridge area in the early 20th century. These men were Percy Hope and his brother-in-law Carl H. Klem, my Great-Uncle Carl's father! Percy's family, the Hopes, are also our connection to the Throssells, Percy and Constance's mother Annie being the eldest child of George Throssell. All this time and not even Mum noticed the significance of the street names in the same area. Of course, if I hadn't seen the listings in the State Library catalogue for some of the firm's old plans, I wouldn't have realised why *there*. Of course, another look at what plans are in the catalogue leave me wondering if perhaps a certain street running from South Perth through Victoria Park was renamed for the draughtsman's son's best friend...
Natasha, are you anywhere near the Mount Lawley / Menora / Coolbinia area these days? Because that was "Old Mr Klem"'s design as well (if you know the area that's currently called Coolbinia, you'll understand, if not there's the street directory).
About the only other things of note for the last week were that I got a pay thing sorted out, so got a neat little backpayment; that I found at least one Justice League DVD (Rachel, it's the "In Blackest Night" and "Enemy Below" two parters); and in the interesting but no clue what's happening category Wednesday morning saw the Novotel Langley Hotel in town become Cop Central - several cops on the corner amongst everyone waiting to cross, at the main doors a pair waiting for something, and in Langley Park down the road even a pair of police horses!
And I know they're a bit later than I intended, but here are the postcards of Oxford that Jack sent:
This week I got the files I ordered from the National Archives. I haven't gone into fine detail yet (translating acronyms and handwriting and all), although it seems that Jack had a bit of unofficial fun while in England; and Maurice was all of 5'3", and his kit never made it home, the ship it was on being sunk. Although for all the information that was included (Jack's application form alone included what subjects were part of his leaving examination and what sports he played - spot the Australian form!), none of the files had any photos in them (WWI files didn't have them anyway, but over half the WWII files, especially RAAF ones did, I think), so it was lucky that I got those photos from Mum.
I also realised, looking through a street directory, that as a teen I was surrounded by family history every day. One of the places I used to live was in a suburb now called Salter Point (in the past it would have been part of Manning). My house (now since demolished, I found thanks to GoogleEarth) was on Sulman Avenue. At the top of the street (well, numerically, I think of it as at the bottom because it was at the bottom of the hill) was Hope Avenue, and the next street after ours was Klem Avenue. It wasn't until now that I got it. The drafting firm of Hope and Klem was responsible for a lot of the design of the South Perth/Canning Bridge area in the early 20th century. These men were Percy Hope and his brother-in-law Carl H. Klem, my Great-Uncle Carl's father! Percy's family, the Hopes, are also our connection to the Throssells, Percy and Constance's mother Annie being the eldest child of George Throssell. All this time and not even Mum noticed the significance of the street names in the same area. Of course, if I hadn't seen the listings in the State Library catalogue for some of the firm's old plans, I wouldn't have realised why *there*. Of course, another look at what plans are in the catalogue leave me wondering if perhaps a certain street running from South Perth through Victoria Park was renamed for the draughtsman's son's best friend...
Natasha, are you anywhere near the Mount Lawley / Menora / Coolbinia area these days? Because that was "Old Mr Klem"'s design as well (if you know the area that's currently called Coolbinia, you'll understand, if not there's the street directory).
About the only other things of note for the last week were that I got a pay thing sorted out, so got a neat little backpayment; that I found at least one Justice League DVD (Rachel, it's the "In Blackest Night" and "Enemy Below" two parters); and in the interesting but no clue what's happening category Wednesday morning saw the Novotel Langley Hotel in town become Cop Central - several cops on the corner amongst everyone waiting to cross, at the main doors a pair waiting for something, and in Langley Park down the road even a pair of police horses!
And I know they're a bit later than I intended, but here are the postcards of Oxford that Jack sent:
