During a visit to the Mount Morgan Cemetery in 2017 I came across the grave of EMMETT BEAUMONT McSWEENEY, an infant who died in 1921. At the time I was looking for the grave of my aunt THYRA GRACE BEAUMONT, also an infant, who died in 1920 and who was also buried there (read A […] Read more…
Last year I discovered images of a Moura café in my late father’s slide collection. These images date from the early 1970s. The collection also includes images of several other sites in and around Moura. As I reflected on that time (early 1970s), I recalled that my father and mother visited Moura a […] Read more…
This story is an Anzac Day tribute to my late mother, Evelyn Proposch (nee Beaumont), who was a member of the Women’s Auxiliary Australian Air Force (WAAAF) during World War II. It’s the second part of a two-part series. The first part, My mother’s years in the WAAAF (Part 1): Brisbane, which I posted on […] Read more…
In your family archives, do you have an old letter or two? I do. One is a 3-page letter dated 13 March 1952 my father wrote to my mother, brother and me. I would recognize my father’s handwriting anywhere. Seeing his handwriting and reading the words and expressions he used in this letter makes me […] Read more…
Fourteen years ago my husband Tony and I spent Christmas in Vienna. We travelled from Brisbane, Australia, to spend Christmas with our son who lived in Vienna at the time. It was my first visit to Europe and my first experience of Christmas in the northern hemisphere. In this Christmas story, I want to transport […] Read more…
On 5 May last year, 10 days after Anzac Day, I visited the Apple Tree Creek War Memorial. My husband and I were en route from Brisbane to Rockhampton when we stopped to take a break at the Apple Tree Creek rest area. The Apple Tree Creek War Memorial is situated in a fenced off […] Read more…
This story is a tribute to my father, Petar Salečić (also known as Peter Salecich), who was born in a small Croatian village on this day, October 16, 99 years ago. It’s an abridged version of the eulogy I delivered at his funeral service that was held in Brisbane (Queensland, Australia), on April 17, 2009. […] Read more…
How do you wash and iron? Do you find these tasks tiresome? Spare a thought for your mother or grandmother in the 1950s. Washing and ironing prior to the 1950s were time-consuming, labour-intensive chores for most Australian households. These tasks were almost always performed by women. Typically they set aside a couple of days each […] Read more…
In 1958, at 36 years of age, Anđelka Salečić (nee Tomašić) left her European homeland and all that was familiar to her to make a new life for herself and her family in Australia. For the next 30 years she called Australia home. A New Australian, she came to love her adopted land, and never […] Read more…
The years my mother Evelyn served in the Women’s Auxiliary Australian Air Force (WAAAF) during World War II were her most formative. They shaped the strong, determined, loving and capable person I came to know. Evelyn’s time in the WAAAF was arguably the most exciting, rich and educative chapter of her young life. I came […] Read more…
I never knew my aunt, my mother’s sister. She died long before I was born. There are no photographs of her, so I can only imagine what she looked like. But I do have something that belonged to her. It’s a lock of hair. A carefully preserved lock of hair, fastened with a tiny silk […] Read more…
Lucas and Dida (that’s Granddad in Croatian dialect) love cricket. Dida introduced Lucas to the rudiments of the game about 6 years ago. At every opportunity, they play cricket together. For more than a year now, cricket’s become the subject of an elaborate charade, enacted by just two persons: Lucas and Dida. If you don’t […] Read more…
My father rarely spoke about his wartime experiences. Growing up, I knew very little about what my father actually did during his 5½ years of military service during World War II. I was aware that he served first in Darwin, then overseas in the Middle East and New Guinea (present-day Papua New Guinea), but I […] Read more…
It was the beginning of October 1958. On Korčula Island the weather was cool, the sky clear and a gentle afternoon breeze was blowing. The ferry for the mainland was moored at the pier. An adventure was before us. At last, after more than two years, my mother, brother and I were off to Australia. […] Read more…
Do you have a family Bible that has helped you discover more about your family history? Thankfully, I do. I possess a Bible that belonged to my great-grandmother. It dates from 1883. I knew from an early age that my grandmother had this Bible, but I knew little about it or its original owner (my […] Read more…