Thanks to Eustace Boudville we now have from our download section 17.5 issues of the Penang Shimbun Newspaper from WWII. A fasinating insight into a quite different world from that we know today.
Of course in the days it was published the Japanese used a different calender from most of the rest of the world. 2605 was I understand 1942.
I am sure some of you will find these extremely interesting reading. On some there are death notices as well which might prove useful for some family trees.
I also found another interesting site with quite a few more such newspapers: http://22.214.171.124/main/akhbarlama.php
WebMasters note: Interesting but not too sure about the advertising on the right hand side of the linked blog. Link send to me by CR.
I can relate to some of these memories , we ‘ve come a long long way ….
Especially for those of you who can remember those pre independence days
Thought you might like to take a stroll down memory lane…. this blog site takes a trip back to yesteryears in Malaya. Do check it out…. it’s worth a read and also to see the photos.
Thought you all might be inteested in this sad but interesting reading Bidadari cemetry was my favourite walkabout place It used to be walking distance from where I used to live in Braddel road I used to go there so much I remember much of the graves, headstones and interesting stories talked about below I dont remember this particular grave and story but gee he was a handsome man! What a wasted talent Glad it had a happier outcome for the family
Subject: WW2 – Japanese Occupation – Dr Stanley Esq – RIP…
Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 21:06:13 +1000
“THE headstone of a well-known English doctor who joined a Singapore medical practice in 1929 and the Malayan Medical Service three years later and was killed by the Japanese in 1943, is now standing at the Garden of Remembrance in Old Choa Chu Kang Road.
Dr Cuthbert Arthur Stanley, who worked in hospitals in Singapore, Muar and Penang, specialising in eye diseases, was accused by the Japanese of being a “master spy” during the war years and brutally tortured to death although there was no evidence to incriminate him…”
- For the full article and photo, go to the link below :
From: andrew hwang
Sent: 17 September 2010 10:26
Subject: Western Road Cemetery
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1982 – Heinemann Publishing
Extract from chapter 4 – ”Occupation”
“The most frightful news was soon to come from Johore Bahru. The blowing-up of the Causeway at the Johore end cut us off completely from folk there. A few weeks after they entered the town, the Japanese insisted on the return up-country of all those people who had evacuated with the retreating forces to Singapore. These unfortunate people were compelled to return to KL and other Malayan towns by goods-wagons on the railway, by lorries or even on foot. Be it remembered that the postal and telegraph services only functioned much later, so families that had been split up by the retreat and evacuation were in terrible straits.
Out of all this mix-up, rumours of the terrible massacre by Japanese soldiers of almost the entire Eurasian population of the state of Johore seeped through to us in Singapore. Prior to the entry of the enemy into Johore Bahru before the Causeway was blown up, and before this town itself was subjected to shell fire, it’s inhabitants were in the habit of visiting Singapore regularly. My wife’s two music pupils, Clarice, aged eighteen, and Vida, aged fourteen, continued with their lessons right up to within two weeks of the blowing up of the Causeway. We advised them to stop, pro tem, as the shelling became intense. They told us that it was their intention to remain in JB as their father, who was a clerk-of works in the PWD, was friendly with the authorities. We never saw them again.
Those who wended their way through JB on their way home, upcountry, passed the word round that only a few Eurasians had survived the onslaught of the Japanese. It was only in 1944 when my wife and I were ill at the Seremban Hospital – we were interned at the Roman Catholic Camp at Bahau, 35 miles away – that we heard the full story of the Johore massacre from the lips of one who had been on the verge of being executed, but who through a miracle had been spared – namely a daughter of the rubber planter managing Temiang Estate. Cecil (the planter) was known to me in my boyhood days as a state cricketer. His daughter gave us a very vivid account of the events leading up to the massacre.
It appeared that most of the Eurasians of Johore had congregated at Ulu Tiram Estate, some few miles out of JB; they occupied the manager’s bungalow and outhouses, whilst fighting occurred further north. They felt secure with the Australian troops around them, but this was shortlived. Soon the Australians started their retreat, but before doing so they left some arms and ammunition on the estate. These weapons were retrieved and hidden in the ceiling of the bungalow.
It was not very long before the first Japanese soldiers on bicycles arrived – these patrols always preceded the main attacking force – and panic broke out in the midst of the trapped Eurasians. The men were still concealing the weapons in the ceiling when the enemy arrived. There was some commotion when on Japanese soldier became obnoxious. There was no firing, but the advancing hordes soon rounded up all the unfortunate people they found in the house. One person escaped to tell the tale, a youth of eighteen years. Our informant could not tell us how he escaped…
It must be stated here that before the retreat of the A’s, two of the Eurasians on the estate – one a well known cricketer whose family had evacuated before Singapore fell – decided to leave for Ulu Tiram for JB, the idea being to find out what was happening in the town. These two men were never seen again, but it was aid that the Japanese lured them somewhere and put them to death.
All the males at Ulu Tiram were killed under harrowing circumstances. First, these men were made to dig a long trench, which to all intents and purposes was to be their common grave. They were made to kneel facing the trench with their hands tied behind their backs. Japanese soldiers with fixed bayonets, uttering heinous yells, charged and bayoneted these unfortunate men to death. These executions were repeated, each batch being finished off with Japanese swords. The women and children suffered likewise. The cruel and heartless beast had ordered the gardeners and estate coolies to witness this butchery, and many were the distressing tales told by these individuals…
The last batch of women and children was mercifully spared; and our informant was in this group. She told us that they were all – women and children – kneeling by the newly dug trench, hands tied behind their backs, awaiting the order of the senior Japanese soldier to his underlings to proceed with their nefarious task of murdering innocent women and children when, at the critical moment, the cry of a four year old girl: “Mummy! Mummy! I want to go home, I want to go home” resounded amidst the low sobs of those awaiting death. Then almost at once a loud voice in Japanese shook the soldiers who were at the ready with the fixed bayonets. Immediately the trembling women and children were untied by these same soldiers, and they were ordered to go to the bungalow. The little girl had been instrumental in saving the lives of the last batch to be butchered. The rest lay dead in the various trenches, which were covered up by the kebuns and tappers on orders from the murderers.
After this tragedy, the Japanese left the womenfolk and their children alone for a few days. In the meantime early on morning, Rev Father Louis A., who was in Singapore, had somehow heard of the massacre and he immediately contacted Shinozaki at the Welfare Office of the Tokubetusi. A pass to enable Father A. to proceed to Johore was obtained from the military authorities, and the good Father proceeded by car on his mission of mercy. The shock he received on arrival at Ulu Tiram Estate can better be imagined than described. He had other information obtained on his way to Ulu Tiram, and this he imparted to his listeners, the women who had escaped death. This information was to the effect that the Japanese were making arrangements to take the women and girls to JB ‘comfort houses’ where a life worse than death awaited them. Time was getting short. The women hesitated. They were afraid to leave the bungalow, feeling they would be intercepted on their way to Singapore – and then butchered. Father A. could not delay any longer, and he put it to them finally that he would take away those who wanted to go with him. No other car was available and after much hesitation Father A. was able to get the remains of what had been the whole Eurasian community of Johore away in two overloaded cars. Mercifully they were allowed through the various road blocks – the military pass proved sufficient to ensure their safe conduct.
Singapore and safety was their destination, and they made it.”
Special Note : The late John Van Cuylenberg was Ursula Oehlers’ father, who is featured and mentioned by her husband Jock Oehlers’ in his book ‘That’s How It Goes’.
Both books compliment each other very well, especially where several specific occurrences can be compared.
RECEIPE EXTRACTED FROM A PUBLICATION CALLED `LINGGU MAI’ BY JOAN MARGARET MARBECK
TODAY’S CURRY AMBILLA HAS BEEN MADE WITH BEEF AND EGGPLANT AN ALTERNATIVE TO PORK AND LONG BEANS
1 kg Pork
10-15 long beans (broken into 2″ pieces) a handful of wet tamarind, salt, sugar
2 — 3 cups of water
3/4 cup cooking oil
Wet herb paste
10 pips garlic
15 dried chillies
6 candle nuts or almonds
3 stalks lemon grass
1 small piece fresh turmeric
1 small piece ginger
a little belacan (shrimp paste) optional clean and cut all the above and then ‘blend’
Heat oil in pot. Fry blended ingredients till aromatic and oil is seen to come to the sides of fried herb paste. Put in meat and fry. Pour in a cup of water and continue to fry. Then stir in the long beans and another cup of water. Allow to simmer for 10-15 minutes until beans are cooked. Squeeze tamarind in another cup of water and take away tamarind seeds. Pour the rest in and keep stirring. If curry looks dry, add a little more water. Put in salt and sugar to taste. Served with long grain fragrant rice. Pork Ambilla Curry is really nice!
Kuzeh Kari Ambilla
Fazeh Kari Ambilla kung porku, Kontu saih retu, dah yo prubah empoku
Unga Kilo Karni (porku, galinya ka baka)
10-15 kacang kumpridu (kortah kurtu)
Mpoku assam jawa, sal, sukri, agu, azeti
20 chilly seku
6 buah keras
empedas safrang fresku
empedas blacan (kontu gostah)
Fazeh lesti kabah blend tudu
Ki Sorti fazeh
Botah azeti na suspan. Fugah rempah muladu ateh azeti saih di riba rempah. Kabah botah karni rentu. Frizi empoku, mistura retu-retu kung mpoku agu. Intra kacang kumpridu. Campurah tudu kung masunga kopi di agu. Picah kung kubrih suspan dah eli kuzih pra kinzi minitu ateh karni kung kacang jah kuzih. Botah mas agu kontu kari to fikah seku. Antis di lantah kari di fogu, botah agu assam,sal kung sukri. Kumih kung aros brangku, mia mai. Koza sabrozu!
MEDAN STYLE – Genevieve De Souza
1 kilo Beef or Lamb
2 Big Onions
Small piece of Ginger
Four cloves of Garlic
2 stalks of Lemon Grass
4 slices of galangal
Fresh and dry chillies according to taste
One and half cans of coconut milk
6 or more kaffir lime leaves
Beef to be cut in large pieces
Blend onions, ginger, garlic, lemon grass, fresh and dry chillies. Mix beef with blended ingredients, coconut milk, slices of galangal, kaffir lime leaves and salt and cook on slow heat until beef is tender and gravy reduced. This is a dry to semi dry curry. Served with steaming hot jasmine rice.
This is a family favorite given to us by a kind and lovely lady. Aunty Elly is of Dutch Indonesian descent and was married to my Dad’s cousin. She now lives in Hamburg, Germany and I know she will be happy to share this delicious recipe with all of you. Enjoy!
Hi Gerry and Alan
Hear that Jock Oehlers has joined AEAWA as a member. Please feel free to utilize any of the info herein on your website if you see fit.
Details from “Jazz In The Jungle” per the previous jAZZrOUNDuP version
Please note the additional [+] info and links included, the reader’s comments, a list of places to go with the faces, the jazz websites and the special notes at the end…
What do all these persons have in common?
Sir Ralph Richardson – Lt Gen Arthur Percival – Dr John Van Cuylenberg – Gen Tomoyuki Yamashita – Lionel Goodall – Ms Grace Fox – Dr George Allen – Jean Leembruggen nee Koch – Barbara Kay – Prof JK Munro - Dr Walter Poulier – Gordon Scott – Ong Wee Lee – AJ Braga – HE Woodford – WH Mosbergen – G Shelley – Reikieto Yano – Barbara Van Cuylenburg – Adrian de Silva – Brother Cronan – Sir Archibald McIndoe – Dr Kurt Thoma – Brother Robert – Tan Sri Tay Teck Eng – Dr Lee Khee Wee +Maideen + Bing Crosby +Carl Schubert +Augusta Leicester +Mortenson +Dr Barry Pereira - Joseph Conrad – Dr CJ Paglar – Capt Tom Lingard – Nellie Lingard – Colonel Watanabe – Julia Cavalho – Malcolm MacDonald – James Clarke – Wilhemina Cashin – Somerset Maugham – Hazel Van Geyzel – EW Barker – Kenny Leembruggen – Noel Coward - Billy Mayerl ( Britain’s top jazz pianist of the day ) – Dr Benjamin Sheares – Canon Adams – Lloyd Valberg – Daphne Pye – Bishop Adrian Devals – Prof EK Tratman – ‘Lulu’ Fitpatrick nee De Souza – Mamoru Shinozaki – Charlie Bolar – Herman de Souza – Sato – Philip d’Almeida – Albert Clarke – Harry Trollop – Herman Hoedon – Mr & Mrs Sokolov – Clare & Tony Ryan – Monteiro – Ray O’Hara – Matron Carroll - Benedict de Souza – Cyril Schelkis – John d’Almeida – Charlie Bateman – Ossie Corderio + Glen Miller - Father Becheras – Santokh Singh – Shibayama – Lord Louis Mountbatten – Mr & Mrs Mervyn Koch – Doreen & Ivan Newman - Laura de Souza – Dr Choo Teck Chuan – Major KRR Heine – Dr Henry Goldman – Dr Jaswant Singh Sodhy - Ivor Kramer – Sir William Kelsey Fry – Edmund Hilary & Sherpa Tensing – Lester Piggott – Shirley Bassey – Maria Hertogh – Chong – Dr. Harold Chan – Ronald Lam - David Marshall – Lee Kuan Yew – Perry Como – Erroll Garner – Rose Kennedy – Paul Revere – Ethel Merman – Dr Jamie Robertson - Sir William Goode – Dr BR Sreenivasan – Tuanku Abdul Rahman – Nan Tessensohn – Dierdre Lauder – Gussie Xavier – Jacob Ballas – Dr Lee Ek Chong +Norman Bell + Dr Harry Spira + Lorraine Meyer + Teoh Eng Hong + Elizabeth Somerfield + Stafford Somerfield + Dr Tan Hwa Luck + Joy Malcolm + Dr. William Shafer… and many others…
They are all mentioned in a new book titled “That’s How It Goes” by Dr Jock Oehlers of Singapore. The book provides fascinating insights into the life and times of the Oehlers family in Singapore and Malaya prior to, during and after the fall of Singapore in 1942. It paints vivid pictures of the Japanese Occupation and it’s effects on the local and expatriate populations, covering those who went to form the Bahau Catholic Colony in Negri Sembilan, Malaya, and those who stayed behind or tried to leave Syonan…
Imagine, as a dental student having to give up your patent rights for “Kulene” tooth powder to an executive from the Matsusakaya Department Store, which had taken over Robinson’s in Raffles Place. Imagine a Japanese soldier playing love songs on his sister-in-law’s piano. Imagine that same much loved piano travelling from a family home in Singapore into the muddy and deep jungles of Bahau… And imagine the formation of a four piece jazz band in this new colony, stemming from their common love of music despite very harsh conditions, which included food shortages and malaria! Jock then became the dentist of Fuji-go ( Bahau ). Those who did survive, finally and happily made their way back home to Singapore…as did some of the Japanese, who were in fact good-guys, back to Japan…
Jock Oehlers’ excellent autobiography also covers time spent in Malacca where a second jazz band was formed, and in Britain and the USA after World War 2…and is named after an original song that he wrote as a young man. It is indeed a labour of love!
+ The music is reproduced in the book with a new arrangement by his grandson, jazz saxophonist, Jamie Oehlers. Glen Miller’s famous dance piece ‘In The Mood’ is also referred to, and Jamie and Australian jazz pianist Mark Fitzgibbon have collaborated to produce a further score of “That’s How It Goes”.
A copy of this historical and motivational book should reside in the library of every club, school and university in Singapore, Malaysia, and beyond!
Some places mentioned in this book:
Raffles Hotel : Kandang Kerbau Market : Singapore Island Country Club : The SRC : Itzehoe, Schleszwig-Holstein, Danish Protectorate : Oehlers Lodge : FMS Hostel : St Paul’s Church : St Andrew’s School : Newton Rd : Sungei Road Thieves Market : King Edward VII College of Medicine : Singapore Cricket Club : Aurora Dept Store : Kuala Pilah : Malacca General Hospital : The Stadthuys : Heeren Street : Penang : “Moon Gate “ – Cameron Highlands : Eastman Dental Hospital : Raffles Girl’s School : Tanglin Road Shopping Centre : Montreaux Jazz Festival : The York Hotel : The Koninklijke Pakevart Maatschappij Building : Portman Mansions : Bukit China : Perth Modern School : “Grofmo” – Tanah Merah : The Siam Death Railway
In addition, several warships and passenger liners of the era are also mentioned…
“That’s How It Goes…”
Available on Amazon.com
+ Front and back covers, and an extract are viewable on this link, together with endorsements by author Martha Scully – Sheperdson, Councillor Ron Ravenhall, Rugby Borough, UK, and a inspirational foreword by Prof. Arthur Lim, MD (Hon), FRCS, as they appear in the book.
Review from The South China Post…
And what some readers have to say…
“F.A.C. “Jock” Oehlers’ autobiographical book “That’s How it Goes” is an engaging account about the experiences of a member of Singapore’s minority Eurasian community from pre-WW2 to the post war years. The book’s cover photo of a car parked at the side of a narrow road, which leads through deserted jungle vegetation, poignantly captures Oehlers’ journey back to the dark years of his wartime internment at Bahau, Malaysia. It is but a part of the story of his revisiting his life, for the book also captures his heartfelt memories.
Oehlers uses the language of his generation, (definitely not ‘Singlish’) which reinforces the values of those times: the British system of education, hard work, aspirational goals, the encouragement of sporting prowess (certainly a tension release for the colonised); and enjoyment and expertise in music. This latter value was simply taken to be a quality almost innate to a Eurasian.
As Oehlers’ life story was originally meant for his immediate family, the wider audience of readers are therefore provided with a very personal insight into the fear and hardships of the wartime occupation years in particular.
Oehlers’ formative years were when race or ethnicity determined one’s place in the social hierarchy, and from his various comments through the book, the reader is able to grasp the humiliation of being subject to the colonial system (whether British or Japanese). The book does not engage in lengthier comment and debate on this issue, rather it is limited to Oehlers’ dilemma as a Eurasian in the immediate post war era: which side do you most passionately argue for – the colonised or the colonisers?
Oehlers’ recollection of his wife’s conversion to Catholicism, and then the necessity of her reverting back again to her original Protestantism, was an interesting contrast to their being invited by friends to co-enjoy the festivals of the other religions: Hari Raya, Deepavali and Thaipusam. The end of colonialism left religious difference to fill the vacuum as the active divider of communities and disadvantage, which was a factor in the Oehlers’ quitting of Singapore. He left his lifestyle of servant help and Eurasian friends, but in keeping with the theme of ‘That’s How It Goes’ the reader is left in no doubt that he made the right decision. - Dr Diane Kraal, Research Fellow, La Trobe University, Melbourne, Australia
“I found “That’s How It Goes” by Dr Jock Oehlers to be an excellent book about what happened during World War II when the Eurasian community or a good portion thereof, were sent to Bahau, in Negri Sembilan for enforced settlement in an agricultural colony.
As you may be aware, many of my family and friends died when they were interned in South Sumatra, after the sinking of the Vyner Brooke, and it is of tremendous interest to me, and other survivors to learn what happened in Bahau. Jock Oehlers tells his story vividly and clearly. It is only through his book that we are able to learn what actually happened during those dreadful days in such detail. It is a book well worth having.” – Ralph E H Armstrong, Author of “Short Cruise On The Vyner Brooke”, Queensland, Australia
“I enjoyed ‘That’s How it Goes’ by Jock Oehlers immensely. His account of a fascinating upbringing in Singapore before World War 2 followed by the grueling experiences he and his young wife and children experienced after the fall of Singapore, I’m sure will interest most readers. Jock’s limited experience during this time, as a student of Oral Surgery [ of which he eventually became a Professor ], made him indispensable [ and to the Japanese as well ] and enabled the family to stay afloat and cope. His ability and skills as a musician also helped to keep everyone in the prisoner of war camp’s spirits up and somehow he managed to find enough musicians to form a dance band!
Following the war, Jock’s three sons were eventually sent to Perth for higher education and many years later Jock and his wife joined them there in retirement. As a result of all this, Perth and Australia have had the immense pleasure of his grandson Jamie’s musical brilliance. Jamie Oehlers’ great talent is now recognised worldwide……….and that’s how it goes!
This book is a credit to it’s author, and will hopefully inspire others to record their memoirs for posterity. Thank you Jock for a great read!” – Diana Allen, Director, Jazz Australia, Melbourne
+ To order ONLINE : http://www.selectbooks.com.sg/getTitle.aspx?SBNum=045464
20 years ago I was asked to join the newly formed Eurasian Club but had to decline due to personal commitments and it has been a privilege to be able to finally join the membership. It has been absolutely rewarding and enjoyable.
I was born in Singapore, in a cow shed, just like Jesus was! (Kandang Kerbau Hospital) the only justification I have for a maternity hospital with such a name! My wonderful parents were originally from Malaysia – my late dad Sydney Boudville was from Penang and my mum Margaret Beins from Malacca. I am the eldest of three children. My early childhood was spent in Katong, a very Eurasian part of Singapore but at the age of 5 we moved to Serangoon and I started my schooling at St Joseph’s Convent, a branch of the Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus. I spent 10 years at this Convent and two years of Pre-University at the government run Serangoon Gardens Secondary School. At age 15 we moved to Serangoon Gardens. After completing HSC, I enrolled in a Private and Confidential Secretarial course at the International Training Centre.
Armed with a London Chamber of Commerce Certificate in Private Secretarial Duties, I started my career at the Straits Times as Secretary to the Managing Director of Encyclopaedia Britannica then went on to work for a British Oil and Gas personnel recruitment company— Overseas Technical Services.
I met my husband Michael De Souza while he was holidaying in Singapore and we were married in April 1981. Michael emigrated to Darwin when he was 15 and after Cyclone Tracy in 1974 he moved to Perth. Our son Troy Michael was born in 1982.
I opted not to continue my career when I moved to Perth but instead pursued my passion of volunteering my services to the Catholic Church and the community. I have since been heavily involved in choirs, parish councils, school boards and for the past twenty one years an active member of the St Vincent de Paul Society. I have held various leadership positions in the Society which culminated in the position of State President from 2005 to 2008.
I am currently still an active member of the Society and administrator and caretaker of my local Parish centre in Gosnells. I am enjoying my role on the Heritage Committee of the Eurasian Association. It has enabled me to indulge in such wonderful nostalgia by re -kindling memories of holidays spent with my grandparents Felix and Nellie Beins where “Kristang” was spoken daily and I can still smell the gorgeous aroma of chicken stew coming from grandma’s kitchen. Long live our Eurasian culture and heritage!
Genevieve Boudville De Souza
Born in Singapore in the mid fifties and lived the better part of the first 12 years of life on Pulau Bukom – what a wonderful time, what a wonderful experience.
Sam and Eulis Mitchell brought three children into this world – Lesley (Sutton), Jeffrey and me (the youngest). My bloodline is made up of Anglo-Indian, Sri Lankan, Scottish, Irish and a little bit of French thrown in there somewhere. If you think I’m mixed up think of my three kids, Daniel, Aaron and Tyrrelle, they have full blood Dutch added to their bloodline courtesy of their mother (my lovely wife), Marian. My eldest, Daniel, married Kate earlier this year, so there may be more added to the bloodline.
My Heritage was from living and learning (more importantly EATING) from the multitude of Cultures that surrounded me as I grew up on Bukom and Singapore. Life on the Island was a blessing, the family gatherings, the friends, the whole community. It was one BIG family, and lots of ‘Aunties’ and ‘Uncles’ watching over you. Those were the days.
At the age of 12, my brother and I came to Perth to study. We lived with relatives for nearly 2 years before mum and dad joined us, and we made Australia our home. I schooled at St. Norbert’s College and through their swimming club I met Marian (long story, talk to me sometime and I’ll give you the whole saga – I’m kidding). 5 years later, Marian and I were married in the school chapel, the very first couple to do so.
My first job after leaving school was with the department of Agriculture, in animal health. I assisted the Veterinarians in post mortems and also in animal/feed “Trials”. I left the department after 3 years and joined the Australian Regular Army but only for a very short time, my feet didn’t seem to like running in army boots. I joined the Sheraton Perth Hotel, working in Housekeeping and then with the Beverage department. After 7 years I decided that I needed a change and left to join the Insurance bandwagon. Insurance agents parallel used-car salesmen, you have to be born for it. Needless to say, it wasn’t me. I was looking for excitement, danger and (don’t tell Marian) good looking women – I became a “Driving Instructor” – boy can I tell you some stories, no, nothing to do with good looking women. I stuck with that for about 5 years and then decided that another change was due.
When I left the Sheraton I promised myself that I would never go back into hospitality, last year I left the InterContinental Hotel (Burswood Casino) after 15.5 YEARS!!! A glutton for punishment. I held the position of ‘Concierge Supervisor’ for most of that time, my final 2 years as “The Concierge”. I did enjoy my time there and managed to win a few awards, friends and lasting memories – meeting Bill Clinton, John Travolta, Jerry Lewis, Hugh Jackman, Michael Jackson – oh, sorry that was a concert I went to, but there was George Benson, Alice Cooper and Fred Couples (one of the many pro-golfers that stayed at the hotel) just to name a few more. I have been fortunate. I left the Burswood when mum (Eulis) came to live with Marian and me. Unfortunately mum passed in January 09, she’s with her beloved Sam in a better place.
I’m now working for a very close friend, look for the advertisement in this newsletter (that wasn’t a plug). I love Golf (this is a plug) and I’m hoping to put together a few more golf meets for the club members and friends. So let me know if you like “Spoiling a Good Walk”. God Bless.