Archive for December, 2013
Sunday, December 29th, 2013
The nineteen-fifties saw my father, Lionel Bruce Clark, into his late teens and early twenties. His brother Bill was a good deal younger. This photograph is scanned from a 6cm x 9cm film negative made by my grandmother Elvie Ruth Bonner (1901-1986). I never really got Bill, even though I boarded at his house when I had my first real job as a junior sales assistant in a department store. I remember him putting me on a train after I left the Navy… I had $20 in my pocket and hadn’t enrolled for the dole. Nowdays, Bill survives his late brothers (my father and Nig died a month apart in 2000). I think he still lives in Queensland.
Thursday, December 26th, 2013
My father, Lionel Bruce Clark, is the eldest of the three boys, Nig is the next and Billy is the youngest, sporting a rather cool toy handgun. This photograph is scanned from a 6cm x 9cm film negative made by my grandmother Elvie Ruth Bonner (1901-1986). The qualities I particularly like in this shot all come from the feeling that nanna had called the boys outside for a quick impromptu photoshoot. It’s easy to imagine them being boisterous boys only a minute earlier. My father left school at the end of grade six to help earn money to feed his family. He was an intelligent man who spent a lifetime self-educating but never had the opportunity to express that potential. Instead, his life was one of family and rolling shift work in heavy industry.
Monday, December 16th, 2013
I love this picture of the boys from around 1940 (given that my father, on the left at the rear, looks to be around 8-to-10 years old). My father was born in 1933. At front appears to be my Uncle Bill, front left in the coat appears to be uncle Kevin (known as Nig) and the two boys on the right are a total mystery. This photograph is scanned from a 6cm x 9cm film negative made by my grandmother Elvie Ruth Bonner (1901-1986). This is probably photographed in South West Tasmania around Maydena but it could have been Hobart or Launceston, for that matter. The boys were close as brothers and although my father and Nig both passed away from chronic lung disease in 2000, my uncle Bill still lives and is healthy in Queensland. It’s uncanny how Nig is the spit image of his son Dale at the same age and my father bears more than a striking resemblance to my older brother, Peter, as a boy.