February photo challenge: 18th Feb, Drink

A bit of research on Google revealed that this ad for Abbots Lager was painted near Tobruk, Libya, in January 1941 by the 6th Division of the Australian Army.  (‘Journey to Tobruk: John Murray – Bushman, Soldier, Survivor’ by Louise Austin).

My father wrote under the photo:  ‘Australian beer is best’.

Abbots Lager sign painted by 6th Division, AIF, 1941

Weekly photo challenge: Down

I looked through the album for anything that triggered the thought ‘down’.  There are resting camels, soldiers downing grog, sinking ships, broken planes, a fallen propeller, and this one, a skeleton picked clean.  The seat can still hold a pilot!

The caption in the album is ‘Wrecked Bomber’.

Wrecked bomber, North Africa, c 1941

February photo challenge: 17th Feb, Time

This clock tower is in Beirut.  The caption my father wrote under the photo gave the town of Tripoli as the tower’s home, but a search for it on Google images showed me where it really is.  It was built in 1934 and survived the troubles in Lebanon in the 1970s and 80s.  Four new clock faces with Roman numerals have replaced the faces you see here.  The tower is no longer encircled by concrete, but flower beds.

The Australian troops trained in Palestine on their way to Egypt and Libya.  In the war album there are a number of photographs from Lebanon, indicating they must have had rec leave in Beirut.

Clock Tower, Beirut, 1941/42

February photo challenge: 15th Feb, Phone

In the old sketchbooks there are four drawings of reclining women on the phone. They all resemble women from Vargas’s calendars.  This one is influenced by Orientalism and is the best of the four.

Drawing by Ron Bruce, 1942/43, © Patricia Worth, 2012

February photo challenge: 14th Feb, Heart

This drawing is from one of my father’s sketch books.  You’ll see that the woman in his heart thought bubble is not my mother (see entry for 7th February).  Perhaps she’s the woman who was posing in the art class.  Perhaps she’s the generic woman that every soldier thinks about in the desert, standing next to a cactus, holding a very big gun.

Pencil sketch by Ron Bruce, c 1942, ©Patricia Worth, 2012

Weekly photo challenge: Regret

This week’s theme has me questioning what are appropriate photos for a blog.  My submissions for this weekly photo challenge are all coming from my father’s war album, and this morning I had to choose between a number of photos that tell a story of regret.  In the end, I couldn’t put them on my blog.  It’s enough to say that my father regretted volunteering to defend Australia in the Middle East.  It’s also true, though, that those who were defended didn’t regret his contribution and were very thankful for the servicemen and women of the AIF (Australian Imperial Forces).

This photo, however, makes me wonder what the driver was thinking.

Desert, North Africa, 1941

February photo challenge: 8th Feb, Sun

There’s no real sun in my city today.  Just clouds.  So I searched through my father’s poetry book;  here’s the beginning of a poem about the merciless sun that Australians often live under.  The poem is attributed to M.A.N., 1941;  the illustration is by Ron Bruce.

Anthology of Ron Bruce, 'Bloody Sunshine', attributed to M.A.N., 1941, illustration by Ron Bruce

February photo challenge: 7th Feb, Button

This is my mother, drawn by my father.  Years ago, I took it out of his sketch book and had it framed, and now it sits beside my desk.  I often focus on the round buttons and the round brooch on her dress.

The sketchbook dates from about 1942/43.  This portrait is a very close likeness, as once observed by a visitor who saw the drawing and then a photo of Mum at about the same age.

Ron Bruce, c 1942, ©Patricia Worth 2012

Weekly photo challenge: Ready

It was a toss-up tonight between two photos that suited the theme of ‘ready’.  One was of my father and his mates in the training camp, ready and waiting to be sent to the Middle East.  And there was this one of an Egyptian kitchen hand bearing about 50 plates with more behind him, ready to serve all the extra patrons.  His hands have a firm grip on his load…

Waiting for the weekly challenge…

Don Gray, AACS

Perhaps these people were waiting for their weekly challenge, too.

This is another photo from my father’s war album.  It would have been taken in the winter of 1941.  I researched the acronym he wrote next to Don Gray;  AACS probably means Army Airways Communications System personnel.

Looks like a cold place to be waiting for something to happen…