Towns I’ve stayed in 2 — Dorrigo

I don’t get around much these days, but in the past I have seen a fair bit of the state, though I suspect Thomas and The Rabbit, just to name two who read this regularly or occasionally, have already been further west… Not to mention even further in Thomas’s case. Dorrigo is on the eastern end of the New England plateau. As you’ll see from that site, there are quite a few tourist attractions nowadays. Not so when I was there in about 1965!

I trained to Urunga and then took THE BUS up this road, which seems much the same as in this pic, which is banned for re-use on other sites, but do look. Quite a hairy road back then, and the bus driver told me about a truckload of potatoes that had gone over the edge not long before.


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Closely watched planes 2

More that I remember seeing in the 1940s and early 1950s. All the pictures are linked to more information.


De Havilland Dragon

“British production of the DH.84 ended at the 115th aircraft… However, during World War II the DH.84 was put back into production at Bankstown, Australia as a navigational trainer for the RAAF, being preferred to the Rapide because its smaller engines were then being manufactured locally for De Havilland Tiger Moth production. A further 87 were built. Following the end of the War, surviving DH.84s were released into commercial service and a number are still flying today.”

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Closely watched planes 1

Perhaps it was inevitable given the fact I was born during World War II, the child of a serving RAAF ground crew member and the nephew of a very young signalman in the RAAF who served in some of the war’s worst actions in the New Guinea campaign, after whom I was named. Flying and aircraft did tend to be mentioned. That little boy in 1945 in the side bar now over sixty years later recalls the sight of RAAF uniforms, and the planes that sometimes appeared in the sky over Auburn Street Sutherland. As for the uniforms: I apparently addressed anyone wearing one as “Daddy”, which I am told led to at least one embarrassing moment for a young RAAF man in the city in the company of a young woman.

My father worked on these in Port Moresby:


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More nostalgia. In my boyish imagination…

… I had a bit of a thing for men in tights, or shirtless, as indeed did many in the 1950s. Whether there was an extra significance in my case I leave entirely up to you. I have met some who never seem to have recovered…


Yes, The Phantom. That’s a whole blog on the subject.

And Robin of Batman and fame I truly identified with, so much so that I once convinced one little boy that I was Robin! I must have been about 10 at the time.

I don’t now what he and Batman are up to here; perhaps the source tells us. There are some very remarkable images there. 😉

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