European Adventure…Potsdam

Only a short train ride from Berlin is the beautiful city of Potsdam. We took a coach tour which included three guided walks. I was impressed by our guide Thomas, who conducted the tour in German and English. We learned much about the history of Potsdam, saw many castles and palaces and the darker side of East Berlin during the Cold War.

Frederick Wilhelm II reigned from 1740 to 1786, the longest reign of any Hohenzollern king. He was a great military leader and a man of the Enlightenment. He achieved many military victories and embarked on an ambitious building program. Many of the projects he ordered built, still stand today. I think though, the building closest to his heart was Sanssouci. The small palace he built at Potsdam for his personal use. Sanssouci means without cares and here he was able to be the philosopher and musician he always wanted to be. This is where he composed music and played his beloved flute. This instrument is still in Sanssouci today.


It is easy to see why he chose this idyllic place to build surrounded by lakes, trees and wildlife. Interestingly, parts of Potsdam are built on swampland. Like Venice, it has timber foundations.

The New Palace was built to celebrate the end of the Seven Years war with construction comment in 1763. It was built in just six years and there are obvious short cuts taken in the construction of the building. For example, although it looks like it is built in red brick it is actually sandstone painted red with white lines painted on to resemble brick work. Opposite the palace are a group of ornate buildings which are the servants quarters and kitchens etc. Frederick had a tunnel built between the two buildings so servants could deliver the hot food to the Palace. The only thing was, the servants had to whistle while transporting the food! It is considered to be the last Prussian Baroque palace to be built.


As well as Frederic’s palaces we visited Cecilienhof, home of Crown Prince Wilhelm and where the 1945 Potsdam Conference was held. It was attended by the three most powerful men in the world at the time, Churchill, Truman and Stalin. At the Conference, Stalin had the Soviet Star planted below Churchill’s window. The star remains today and is a UNESCO site. This, and other remnants of the Cold War can still be seen such as parts of the Berlin Wall and the Glienicke Bridge where Soviet and US spies were exchanged. This is the bridge which featured in the 2015 Tom Hank’s movie, Bridge of Spies.

Potsdam today is still home to the rich and famous. If I come back to Germany I will be sure to stay a few days in this beautiful city.


European Adventure… exploring Berlin

Berlin is a busy and bustling city with a real buzz about it. Much of the architecture is from the 1960s and 70s and to me, far too square and boring. Having said that, the buildings from earlier periods are standouts and that adds life to the city. There is plenty of construction and renovation going on so that perhaps is a healthy sign. The weather has been just beautiful with day time temps in the mid to high 20s. There are numerous eateries catering to all tastes and budgets. We are in an upmarket area which caters to the rich and famous (definitely not us!!) So luxury stores abound like Dior, Gucci, Versace etc. Can I say, I won’t be shopping in them but plenty of people are. Also, there seems to be many tourists around so attractions are crowded. We are used to that as most places are full of tourists these days, including us! Some of the places we visited were…

Brandenburg Gate – for so many years we have read about and seen docos on this monument and for me it did not disappoint. My husband thought it would be bigger but it is hard to gauge when you have no reference points. Construction of this neoclassical monument commenced in 1788 on the orders of the Prussian king Frederick William II following the successful restoration of order during the early Batavian Revolution. Following the reunification of Germany in 1990 the Brandenburg Gate quickly became the symbol of unity for the “New” Berlin. It was lost in No man’s land during the “divided” Germany 1961 to 1989.

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The Reichstag building was opened in 1894 following German national unity and the establishment of the German Reich in 1871. It housed the Imperial Diet (Reichstag) of the German Empire until 1933 when it was destroyed by fire. Interestingly, it was not used by the German Third Reich. Renovations took place during 1961-1964 and in 1992.

Nearby is the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. It is made up of over 2200 concrete stele. Simple, but moving.


St Hedwig’s Berlin’s Catholic Cathedral built in the neoclassical style with an enormous copper dome is located on the Bebelplatz. Built by King Frederick II in 1773, it was the first Catholic church built after the Reformation.

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These are just a few of the many places we visited during our short stay!

The following is a compilation of some othrt sights we happened across. The internet sign made us laugh! Some readers will get a chuckle from the Domino’s pizza sign. Back of Checkpoint Charlie taken from moving bus!

Hope you are enjoying the journey!

European Adventure… Berlin

Well, we made it to Berlin! The four hour fast ICE train trip was great but no photos of the beautiful scenery as we were travelling about 225kms an hour! You will have to be content with photos of us! This way you know we are still alive at least! Staying at the Hotel California on a recommendation from good friends. Centrally located in an upmarket part of Berlin. Known as the Champs-Elysées of Berlin, I believe. Dinner at Capone’s Italian Restaurant last night. Cannelloni and pizza, beer and chianti… delicious! Off exploring today!

European Adventure…Rhein Valley

Great day tour of the Rhein Valley yesterday. Started with a visit to the statue of Germanica and had a magnificent view from high above the river. We then took the chairlift down to the restaurant for lunch. Magnificent views on the way. Lunch was in a very kitsch restaurant. (You’ll get an idea from the photos of the Loreley Bar where we had a wine tasting following the cruise). On the cruise which covered the UNESCO stretch of the river, we saw a number of ancient castles, quaint villages and vineyards covering the hillsides. Interestingly, trains run along both sides of the Rhein. A little distracting given the overall peacefulness of the area. We were pleased to spot the Loreley upon her rock!

All in all a great day out! Hope you enjoy the pics! Till next time…Auf Wiedersehen!

View of the Rhein Valley from statue of Germanica
Quaint village on the Rhein
Castle and village on the Rhein
Castle on the Rhein
Castle tower on Rhein
Beautiful scenery along the Rhein
Another castle
So picturesque
A village on the Rhein
Rhein Valley
Die Loreley, River Rhein
Magnificent church beside the Rhein
Some of many vineyards that cover the hillsides of the Rhein Valley
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Vineyards lining the hillsides of the Rhein
Enjoying our Rhein Valley tour
Wine tasting at Loreley Bar, Rhein Valley
Wine tasting at the Loreley Bar, Rhein Valley

European Adventure

We have embarked on another European Adventure! This trip starts in Frankfurt which, on first impressions is a delightful city. It has a population of around 750k within its administrative boundaries, 2.3 million in the urban areas and 5.5 million in the greater Frankfurt Rhine-Main Metro region. Today we took a walk along the river Main and visited the old town with its lovely buildings located around the Platz. We went inside the Kaiserdom or Dom, St Bartholomew’s, the “imperial great church” where the coronations of the Holy Roman Empire took place for centuries.


We followed this up with a river cruise which was both relaxing and informative. It also gave us a chance to have a pair of frankfurters and chips and some beer!


After having a rest from our walk and cruise we went for dinner at a traditional local German restaurant, Baseler Eck located at Baseler Pl. 7, 60329, Frankfurt am Main. Fortunately, it is only 200 metres from our hotel. It is not a fancy eatery but there is plenty of atmosphere and the food is great. The place was crowded and people were queing to get a table. We went a little earlier so did not have to wait. Great night! By the way we did have Apfel strudel as well but after two apfelwein I forgot to take a photo! Sorry about that. Trust me, it was yummy!


Hope you enjoyed the first full day of our European adventure! We did!

James E Lyle – an update

Last year I wrote two posts about James E Lyle (see James E Lyle … a lost art and James E Lyle…the stamp of approval 60 years on) They documented my limited knowledge about the man and his accomplishments and the role my great-grandmother, Anna Maria Morley (nee Weinert) (1873-1958) played in Jimmy’s life. I am finally putting together the long promised update! I will never get to the end of this I know, so be prepared for further updates as information comes to light.

A few months ago, I received an email from Ralph Walker, who had stumbled across my blog. Ralph worked with Jim in 1980 at Tell Advertising, a Sydney based advertising agency with an office in Brisbane. The agency was located on the first floor of McFarlane House, a three story building on the corner of George and Charlotte Streets. The building still stands today and was renovated in 2016.

Ralph has been able to fill in a few gaps for me for which I am very grateful.  He thinks his boss may have given Jim free rent and an art board where he could do his drawings and paintings. Evidently, all the staff loved having Jim around. He had a wealth of stories, which Ralph believes were mainly true!

He also remembered Jim did a lot of watercolours and recalled that a picture of his appeared on the front of the Brisbane White Pages phone book in the 1960s. Which is true. I know Jimmy completed a number of phone book covers from the 1960s to the 1980s. A story I came across in my research at the State Library of Queensland (SLQ), stated that Jimmy went to great lengths to get the setting just right for one of the phone book covers.  It included asking if he could enter a building which overlooked King George Square in order to get to the roof so he could get a better view to do some sketches. In addition, Ralph believes the “elegant logo” used in Stefan’s project, the restaurant Jo-Jo’s, which occupied the same site in the Brisbane CBD for 37 years was the creation of Jim. This well-known eatery moved to another location in 2017. It certainly stood the test of time! Ralph suspects that Jim also designed Stefan’s famous logo as well, as they were great mates. I can’t verify that, so, if you know whether that is true, I would love to hear from you. By the way, Stefan is a well-known Brisbane businessman who started his career as a hairdresser. I believe he still owns a number of salons around the country.

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James E Lyle autograph. Courtesy of Ralph Walker.

Jim signed a birthday card for Ralph during their time in the same office. Very clever, don’t you think?

During my research at the SLQ I came across an article by Molly Elliott (New Zealand journalist) that indicated that Jim received a medal for climbing the Matterhorn. He was the first Australian to do so. It was a two day climb and Jim reached the summit on 28 June 1953. Quite an achievement! Ralph also confirmed that Jim had indeed climbed the Matterhorn during his travels in Europe in the early 1950s. So, those little bits of rock under the house at Kangaroo Point were really from the Matterhorn! I tried twice to contact the Swiss Alpine Club to confirm that Jim had received a medal for climbing the mountain, but to date, have not received a response. It would be great if we had some concrete evidence, so if you know something, please let me know in the Comments Section. According to Ralph, by 1980 though, Jim could barely walk and needed walking sticks.

Matterhorn, Switzerland. Photo courtesy of Funky Stock Photos

I have recently received comments on my blog posts from Sharmaine McBain, a great niece of Jimmy’s who also confirmed that not only was Jimmy the first Australian to climb the Matterhorn but also the first to paint it! Wow! So many firsts! What a character.

My family story is that the Lyle family lived nearby in Kangaroo Point and Granny (Anna Morley) recognised that Jimmy had an artistic bent. My understanding is that Granny encouraged his art and helped to pay for art lessons when Jimmy was a boy.
After Granny passed away in 1958, Jimmy continued to have contact with my great aunts, Elsie and Vera Morley. Their home at 40 Connor Street Kangaroo Point had a number of paintings and drawings by Jimmy and I grew up knowing the story. I have some of Jimmy’s paintings from when he was quite young.

I have also located some of Jimmy’s family via and Gaile Davis, his niece, has been very helpful in providing information. Gaile advised that her elder sister who is four years her senior remembered meeting my great aunts when she was a child. She visited them with Uncle Jimmy at their home in Connor Street. She remembers being told by their father (Jimmy’s twin brother, Tommy) that when the twins were young they would be fed sandwiches by Granny. They were very poor and always hungry so Gaile is certain her kindness to them was remembered for the rest of their lives. Gaile further added, that their Uncle Jimmy was a big part of their lives so she has a lot of anecdotes to share. I look forward to hearing more from Gaile and her family and hopefully more photos!

Another reader, Jeff Hofmann, contacted me to let me know that his parents were friends with Jim and he was the best man at the their wedding. Jeff advised that Jim had painted the wedding group and that the family still had the painting. I received the photos from Jeanette Hofmann. I wish to acknowledge the kindness of the family in allowing me to use these photos below. The wedding was held at the Albert Street Methodist (now Uniting) Church, on 11 May 1946. The Groom was Clive Hofmann; Bride was Morva Hofmann (nee Harris); Bridesmaid Vivienne Thompson (nee Hofmann);  James Lyle was Best Man.

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The Hoffman – Harris Wedding 1946. Photo courtesy of the Hoffman family collection.

The following photo, also kindly provided by the Hoffman family, is similar to the one I grew up with at the Kangaroo Point house of my great-grandmother and great aunts. The difference is that Jimmy was wearing a peaked cap and dress uniform.

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James E Lyle during his World War II army service. Photo courtesy of the Hoffman family collection.


If anyone has or knows where some of Jimmy’s art work is located, I would love to hear from you. Jimmy was a prolific artist so someone must know where they are. My research has turned up a few photocopies of his work (below)  courtesy of State Library of Queensland. There are more and they will appear in the next update. Hopefully, these will jog someone’s memory!



In addition, I came across a list of paintings for sale at an exhibition during the 1970s. I am unsure of the date and the venue but I think it could be Guv’s Restaurant which was located near Government House in Fernberg Road, Paddington. So, if you recognise these paintings, please let me know.

  • Evening, Cabbage Tree Creek
  • The Old Saw Mill
  • The Outgoing Tide
  • The Solemn Land Beetota
  • Misty Morning, Wyberra
  • McMasters’ Boatyard – NFS from the collection of Mr Harvey Blair
  • Edge of Town – Birdsville
  • Wear and Tear
  • February Morning
  • Rural Gothic
  • Abandoned – NFS from the collection of Mr and Mrs R Tritton
  • Mud Flats, Wellington Point
  • Jimboomba Gums
  • Stricklands’ Place – Mt Tamborine
  • Christmas Creek
  • Astrid and the Butterfly
  • Quiet Evening – Mr Barney
  • Johnsons’ Place – NFS from the collection of Lieut-Col and Mrs Morel
  • The Silo, Capalaba
  • Boy with Dinghy
  • Ryans’ Place – Scone, New South Wales

Just to finish up, I found this postcard amongst family papers that may be of interest to you. This postcard was produced from the original watercolour, Gone to a Safe Anchorage by James Lyle. I particularly like the notes on the reverse of the postcard! Enjoy!

Postcard, “Gone to a Safe Anchorage” (reproduced from original watercolour) by James Lyle. From the author’s private collection.
Reverse of postcard, “Gone to a Safe Anchorage” (reproduced from original watercolour) by James Lyle. From the author’s private collection.

I trust you have enjoyed this update. Next time I will explore Jim’s time in New Zealand and his many and varied interests.

Thanks for reading!

© 2018

Mona May Holbeck… a life lived

While sorting through boxes of family memorabilia, I came across some things that reminded me of my paternal grandmother, Mona May Shipstone (nee Holbeck). There were photos, an assortment of Birthday, Christmas and Sympathy cards and even some old 78 rpm records! There were items with no real meaning for anyone anymore… except for me. They are a connection to the past, my past. So, dear reader, I’ll tell you what I know, and think I know about Mona and hope you gain a glimpse of this woman and the times in which she lived.

Mona was born on Sunday 30 October 1904 in Clarendon, a rural locality in the Somerset Region located approximately 40kms north west of Ipswich in South East Queensland. Mona was known as ‘Nannie’ to my sister and myself. And, I must admit, it feels strange referring to her by her first name.

Before we go any further, I want to provide some background on Mona’s family in order to help make sense of her life and who she became. Her father, James Louis Holbeck (1866-1946) married Annie Sixsmith (1868-1938) on 6 February 1889 in Gympie, Queensland. Annie was an Irish immigrant who left Castlecomer, County Kilkenny just three years prior. It was interesting that James’ mother (Mona’s grandmother), Jane Ruddy (1841-1916) was also an Irish immigrant who left her home in County Armargh some 25 years before. Anyway, James (Mona’s father) worked for the railways and my grandmother (the eighth of ten children) was born while he was working in the area. I understand the family were living in a railway house at Clarendon at the time. By at least 1910, the family was living in Newstead, a suburb of Brisbane. The Electoral Rolls for 1913 show that Annie and James were registered as living in Maud Street Newstead and their occupations were shopkeepers. Things had changed dramatically as James’ occupation was no longer ‘Lengthsman’ as noted in the 1903 Electoral Rolls.

At the time of Mona’s birth in 1904, it was at the dawn of the 20th century. Although King Edward VII was the reigning monarch, Australia had recently become a Federation, known as The Commonwealth of Australia. The First World War was still ten years away. The Wright brothers continued to work on powered flight after their successful flight the year before on 17 December 1903. 1904 also saw the arrival of the first Ford car in Australia. The automobile would soon become commonplace on the roads.

As Mona was growing up, she faced many sad and difficult times. Nothing has changed, I know. Most of us face our fair share of pain as we grow older. It is often these times that define us and shape us into who we become. It was no different for Mona. At the age of six, her sister Emily Agnes (known as Emma) aged 11 years and 10 months came home from school one afternoon and within a few days she had passed away. It was an event that affected the whole family for the rest of their lives. If you are interested in reading more about Emma, please see my post from 2016 A Life Not Lived … I think as a result, Mona and her remaining sister, Katherine Lilian (Aunty Kate) remained close all their lives. (Mona was devastated when Kate passed away in 1973.) Then, in 1914, when Mona was 10 years old, her mother Annie gave birth to her tenth child, Arthur Edward, who survived only three days. Another distressing event. Also in 1914, World War I broke out. One of her older brothers, Charles Alfred enlisted in 1915 and saw service in France. Thankfully, he returned home, married and raised a family.  So, from a young age, Mona knew about grief and loss.

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Mona May Holbeck circa 1920. From the author’s collection.


On the 26 April 1930, Mona married John William Shipstone (better known as Jack), right in the middle of the Great Depression. They had four sons between 1931 and 1942. My father, William John (better known as Bill) (1931-2011) was the eldest. Graham James followed in 1935, with Donald Henry (1938-2014) and Colin Lionel in 1942. My mother, Jean, always said that Nannie would have liked to have had a daughter but that was not to be. My mother and Nannie always got on well and in some sense was the daughter she never had.

John (Jack) William Shipstone and Mona May Holbeck on their wedding day 26 April 1930. Photo courtesy of Barbara Horsburgh


A similar wedding photo of the one above hung in the lounge room at my grandparents home in Newmarket the entire time they lived there (from 1930) and was still there until my Uncle Don’s passing in 2014. So, I grew up with this image. I always loved her dress with its handkerchief hem and the beautiful shoes… and that huge bouquet of flowers.

Before her marriage to my grandfather, Jack, Mona worked as a shorthand typist. There is a family story that Mona, during a lunch break, came across a speed typing competition being held on the street, so Mona competed and came second. Unfortunately, I have no evidence of that. However, I have included below a photo of Mona’s Certificate for Shorthand awarded from Stott & Hoare’s Business College in Brisbane in 1920.

Certificate of Shorthand awarded to Mona Holbeck on 9th December 1920. From the author’s collection.

When her children were older, Mona went back to work, in the office of the department store of T C Beirne, located in Duncan Street, Fortitude Valley. Her typing career did not end when she retired from T C Beirne either. Her youngest son, Col, completed his panel beating apprenticeship in the mid 1960s and later started his own business. So, in the early 1970s, there was my grandmother happily(?) typing (on a manual typewriter, of course) invoices and quotes for her son’s business. Just as an aside, when Nannie was no longer able to assist with the typing, I was recruited to help Col with this task. I must say he paid very well!

Mona was fortunate to have music lessons and according to The Telegraph, dated 25 October 1919, the music exam results for the London School of Music showed Mona achieved a mark of 66 in the Junior section. While I was researching, I noticed there was a Ruby Walker in the list of results. I remember my father telling me he had singing lessons with a Miss Ruby when he was a young lad. I wonder if this Miss Ruby was the same one. Evidently, Dad only attended for a few weeks then just went to town and spent the money each week – bad boy! He was in so much trouble when his mother found out!

Mona’s father, my great-grandfather, James Holbeck lost a leg in a shunting accident during his time as a railway employee. These life-changing events were not uncommon at the time. My father remembered his grandfather had a wooden leg as a result of the accident and, for a small boy, he found it quite intimidating. Evidently, Grandfather sat in a Captain’s chair by the wood stove in the kitchen of their home in Newstead. That same chair is now at my house and is very much the worse for wear. It has been repaired and repainted so many times over the years that it barely resembles the original item! My plan is to restore it as near to original as possible. Although, that may prove to be difficult, as it is a bit like the story of the man with the axe that had been in the family for generations. Except that the handle and the axe blade had been replaced several times, it was an original family heirloom!

This Captain’s chair belonged to my great-grandfather, James Louis Holbeck. In much need of repair! Photo from the author’s collection.

I don’t have many photos of Mona so the few I have are very precious. The ones below were taken in the backyard of Jack and Mona’s home in Newmarket in April 1972 with the four generations of the Shipstone family: My grandparents, Jack and Mona, my father, Bill, myself and my son, Brent aged five months. I remember that day very well. We all knew it was significant… having us altogether. You can see Nannie and Pa look very happy.


Mona had lived through three quarters of the 20th century! Just like many others, she lived through the two world wars as well the Korean and Vietnam wars. During the Second World War, a United States army base was established in Brisbane. However, there was a certain amount of animosity between the Australian and American servicemen even though they were allies. There was no love lost for a variety of reasons. One of the issues that disturbed Brisbane residents and the Australian servicemen was that while they were on strict rations, the US servicemen had access to a variety of food, beverages and other items forbidden to the locals. Tensions boiled over and during 26 and 27 November 1942 violence erupted in what became known as the Battle of Brisbane. The melee led to the death of one Australian serviceman and hundreds of Australian and US servicemen being injured. The news of this ‘battle’ was suppressed and many people still don’t know about it. My father told me about going to the US Army Camp with other boys and picking through the rubbish the ‘Yanks’ had thrown out. He often went home with ham and other delicacies not seen in Brisbane for many a day! So, it was there if you were prepared to go through the rubbish!

Mona saw aeroplanes and flight become common place as well as automobiles and the phasing out of horse drawn transport. She saw the transformation of Brisbane from a cholera-ridden town with little sewerage and infrastructure to a vibrant city with freeways and skyscrapers, and… sewerage. The 20th century was an amazing time for all those who lived through it.

We are all influenced by those around us, particularly as children. When I think of Mona, I recall her quietness, patience and dignity. In her own way Mona achieved much and hopefully I learned something from her. She experienced joy and pain. She was the best daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt and friend she could be. I admired her because she was a working woman when many women were staying at home. She cared for her family in the face of adversity. She was proud of her sons’ achievements and was much loved. Still sadly missed…

James E Lyle…the stamp of approval 60 years on

101631_060 years ago today, the Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia 7d* (penny) stamp was released. “So what?”, I hear you say. “Stamps are released every other day. What is so special about this one?” Well, this stamp, or should I say the designer of this stamp, had a close association with my maternal great-grandmother and her family. The designer of this stamp (as well as others) was James E Lyle (Jimmy). Regular readers will recognise the name as I have posted about the work and life of this Brisbane-born artist and his connection to our family. If you don’t know what I am talking about, have a look at James E Lyle … a lost art.

To provide some background, particularly for my international readers, the Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia (RFDS) was founded by the Reverend John Flynn OBE, DD (1880-1951) who was an Australian Presbyterian minister. Through his work with the Australian Inland Mission which provided spiritual and practical assistance for those in the “Outback” of Australia, he saw first hand the hardships endured by them. Over time, Dr Flynn saw that one of the major needs was for medical assistance for the scattered population. Dr Flynn was a visionary and in 1928 the beginning of what was to become the RFDS was launched.

“The Royal Flying Doctor Service is one of the largest and most comprehensive aeromedical organisations in the world, providing extensive primary health care and 24-hour emergency service to people over an area of 7.3 million square kilometres.”    RFDS Website 2017

For more detailed information on Dr Flynn and the Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia please see RFDS Website.

On a personal note, I have an official first day issue addressed to my great aunt, Elsie Morley, date stamped Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, on 21 August, 1957 (below). While the cover is a little worse for wear, the stamp depicts the map of Australia with the Caduceus and in its shadow, that of an aeroplane covering Outback Australia. The Caduceus, often seen as a symbol of medicine, is a symmetrical staff with wings with two snakes intertwined. This official first day cover came with the compliments of the artist, James E Lyle (lower left corner).

From the author’s private collection.

While the RFDS did not receive any revenue for the stamp, they did receive much needed publicity. On the other hand, I understand that the RFDS received revenue for the Official First Day of Issue which I would imagine was very welcome.

Another first day cover provided by Jimmy’s niece, Gaile Davis, appears below. The following description was provided when she purchased it a few years ago:

  • 1957 Australia First Day Cover The Royal Flying Doctor Service
  • Designer: James E Lyle with modifications by B Stewart – Engraver: Donald Cameron – Printer: W C G McCracken
  • Design shows a map of Australia overshadowed by the Caduceus, this stamp was released as a definitive and available for all purposes, but primarily to cover the postage and internal air mail rate.
  • Issued 21 August with perforation 14¼ x 14
  • First Day Cover 7d Blue Caduceus over Australia.
From the Gaile Davis Collection.

In the process of researching Jimmy Lyle’s life and art, I came across an article in an RFDS Magazine from May 1999. It provides a perspective of the Royal Flying Doctor Service and its connection with Jimmy. It seems that a past patient of the RFDS, Reg Ferguson, a former Troop Sergeant at Tobruk during World War II, conceived of the stamp after he was introduced to philately while convalescing after a number of operations. This new-found hobby led him to think about the design of a stamp to bring attention to the RFDS.  He believed that the publicity the RFDS would receive would go some way to repaying his debt to the ‘Flying Doctor’. This was in 1946. He later enlisted the aid of another ex-serviceman, the artist, James E Lyle to design the stamp. Following some discussions with the grateful patient, Jimmy went about designing the stamp. At this time, Jimmy had never designed a stamp. After many years of lobbying the Post Master General of Australia, the stamp was finally released on 21 August 1957. For the full article, please see RFDS Magazine May 1999.

Interestingly, I also came across an article by Molly Elliott of the Auckland Star, written in the 1960s, where it documents Jimmy’s travels through Europe, Arabia, India and Australia. On arriving back in Australia from Europe and beyond, Jimmy landed in Adelaide. It was the mid 1950s and according to the article, Jimmy wanted to see more of Australia and embarked on a 3-4 month journey north to Darwin. Along the way he encountered the work of the RFDS and wanted to show his appreciation for their inspiring work and started gathering material for a stamp that would provide publicity for the organisation. So, this is probably after initial contact with Reg Ferguson around 1946. As with many things, the exact story is lost in the mists of time. However, the facts remain, that the stamp was indeed designed by Jimmy Lyle and approximately 66,000,000 stamps were sold during the period 1957 to 1959, before the postage price went up. (Some things never change!)

On another note, I saw a copy of a receipt for £100** from the RFDS. This is the same amount Jimmy received in payment by the Commonwealth of Australia for the design of the stamp. Jimmy donated the whole amount to the RFDS. I understand Jimmy had a long relationship with the ‘Flying Doctor’.

A photo and a few documents regarding Jimmy’s connection with the RFDS appear below. Apologies for the poor quality of the photos. The State Library of Queensland is not conducive to good photography! Regardless, I am sure you will get the gist of it. If you take the time to read the fine print in the article, it states that Jimmy was a temporary resident of New Zealand. He lived and worked in Auckland for a number of years during the 1950s.

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Assortment of RFDS documents from James E Lyle Scrapbook, OM93-13, James Lyle Clippings, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland, Australia.
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The Royal Flying Doctor Service display including the 7d stamp c 1957. OM93-13, James Lyle Clippings, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland, Australia.

Another of Jimmy’s artwork included a mural, measuring 17 feet x 6 feet (5.1 metres x 1.8 metres), which was located in the Brisbane General Post Office Boardroom in 1961. It depicts not only various stamps, including the RFDS 7d stamp, but also an assortment of postal department equipment and apparatus.

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Mural, Brisbane GPO Boardroom 1961. OM93-13, James Lyle Clippings, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland, Australia.

In the photo of the initial viewing of the mural (below), Jimmy appears on the left. The other well dressed gentlemen may be some of the “several prominent businessmen” who, according to the invitation from the Post Master General to Jimmy, had also been invited. (I think Jimmy looks quite dapper in his dinner suit!)

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James E Lyle (left) at the initial viewing of the mural located at the Brisbane GPO Boardroom in 1961. OM93-13, James Lyle Clippings, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland, Australia.

I understand that the RFDS 7d stamp is in the private collection of Queen Elizabeth II, a keen philatelist.

The 60th anniversary of the release of this stamp has given me the opportunity to not only highlight the work of the RFDS but also to recognise just one more of Jimmy Lyle’s remarkable accomplishments, of which there were many. James E Lyle was a complex and multi-faceted character who achieved much in his life both personally and through his art. I trust you enjoyed this short tribute to this remarkable and versatile artist, James E Lyle and the Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia 7d stamp.



* The pre-decimal 7d (penny) = approximately 90cents in today’s money.

** Approximately $3,040 in today’s money.



House of Cards

My grandmother, Marjorie Park was born in 1905, the sixth of seven children born to Anna Morley (nee Weinert) and her husband Edward Morley. When Marjorie died in 1960 aged 55, her sisters, my great-aunts, Elsie and Vera, stepped into her role somewhat. (Stepping into various roles was not an unusual thing to do in this family but I will keep those stories for another time). Both our parents worked during the week and on many weekends they spent working for Aunty Chris and Uncle Joe in their catering business. Consequently, my sister and I spent quite a bit of time with our great-aunts during our childhood. At one time living with them for several months when our parents separated.

I recall feeling quite bored sometimes especially as I got older. However, for the most part, it was good to visit and the dear great-aunts were always pleased to see us. It was such an integral part of our lives that we didn’t give it a lot of thought. We just went to Aunty Elsie’s and Aunty Vera’s house.

Elsie Morley was born in 1896, which we thought was pretty amazing. Fancy being born in another century! (Now my grandchildren marvel that their grandparents were born last century!) Vera Morley was born in 1907. The sisters had always lived together. Their early years were spent in Stafford Street, East Brisbane. By about 1914, though, Anna and Edward Morley had decided that their large family would move to Kangaroo Point. So, Anna, a very strong and capable woman, purchased the piece of land at 40 Connor Street Kangaroo Point and organised for the building of the house which still stands today. I have no photos of the Stafford Street property as it was always referred to as ‘Stafford Street’, with no street number.

40 Connor Street, Kangaroo Point, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia in 2014. Photo courtesy of
40 Connor Street Kangaroo Point circa 1960s
Left to Right Aunty Elsie and Aunty Vera. At the other window is Mrs Moar (family friend and boarder) 40 Connor Street, Kangaroo Point (circa 1963)

Aunty Elsie was clever and wanted to be a teacher but it was the early 1900s and her father would not allow it as it meant she would have had to do her ‘Western Service’, as it was known. That is, after finishing her teaching course, she would have to teach in a country school for at least a year before returning to teach at a city school. That was just not going to happen. So, Elsie eventually joined the General Post Office (GPO) in Brisbane where she stayed for 46 years commencing in 1915 when she was 18 years old. Elsie was able to progress through the ranks at the GPO as she never married. Women who married had to leave the Public Service. This law was in place until 1966 when the ‘marriage bar’ was lifted. Elsie received the Imperial Service Medal for her services to the GPO and a letter from the Queen congratulating her on her long and loyal service.

In her younger days, Aunty Vera worked as a factory assistant and later a sales assistant in a jewellery store. However, as it often was during those times, she never married and for most of her life she cared for others when they were sick and/or aged. She cared for her father, her brother, her aunt, her mother and later, her sister Elsie. To supplement her funds, Vera took in ironing and went out to clean other people’s houses. She was an expert ironer and was much in demand for her meticulous work. She was also a great cook, and unnecessarily critical of her cooking. Even now, when I complain about a dish that hasn’t quite worked out the way I would want, my family call me “Aunty Vera”. A wonderful, selfless woman, but at the end of her life, sadly, there was no one left to care for her. She passed away in a nursing home. Rather ironic, really.

However, I digress. I want to talk about playing cards in the House of Cards, at 40 Connor Street. This activity was paramount to our visits to the great-aunts. They did not have a television until the 1980s. They just never saw any reason to have one. Their only concession to the ‘modern world’, was the radio. I remember not being too impressed with their choice of radio station, especially as I grew older. So, without playing cards there would have been many very long evenings (except for books) – I loved to read then, as now. But, it was the cards. Elsie, especially, played cards throughout her life. From memory she played Whist, Bridge, Poker, Cribbage, Canasta, Euchre, 500 and on and on. I think, too, it was what people did before movies, radio, television and all the other devices of the present day. I think the world may have been a little quieter. Although, probably not. The noises would have just been different.

Playing cards was fun but we had to play cards strictly by the rules. There were no concessions given for youth. If you played cards, it had to be correctly. If we deigned to touch the cards before they were all dealt, Aunty Elsie would say, “you would be kicked out of the poker school if you did that”. Really? Funnily enough, I use those same words with my grandchildren today because Aunty Elsie was right. If you are going to play, it better be correctly.

Cards have pervaded my life. Not only did we play at the Aunties but also during my childhood family holidays. Later, when we went on holidays with our children, we tried to keep the television to a minimum. When we weren’t at the beach, we were often playing cards. Any game would do, from Old Maid, Snap (Grab) and Go Fish when they were younger to Euchre, 500 and Poker as the children grew older. We also played Patience or Solitaire in various forms when there was no one to play with. I have to admit, even now I play different forms of Solitaire on my various devices.

Now, we play cards with our grandchildren whether on caravan holidays or on their visits to our house. The card games have changed slightly, as we now play Uno and Skip Bo. Although Snap and Go Fish get a pretty good run as well. My son has taught his nine year old daughter to play Euchre which she has mastered and is about to move on to 500. My husband played a lot of cards during his working life too. He worked in telecommunications and so was on the road much of the time. He is a very good card player and unlike me, has a poker face. I think all the grandchildren take after me – no poker faces there either.

So, through the generations, cards have played a significant role in the recreational activities of our family. We have always derived a lot pleasure from our card playing and have many great memories of times shared together. Thankfully this tradition is continuing with the youngest generation and maybe, just maybe the next generation will have as much fun as we have had over the years… playing cards.

Have you had similar experiences with a House of Cards? I would love to hear about them. Once again, thanks for reading!

(If you are interested in reading a little more about the maternal side of my family, see Influenced by a Family Matriarch? and James E Lyle … a lost art)


Travel friends: near and far

Those who follow me know that I have mentioned friends we met on our 2009 European tour. We have become firm friends since that trip and if you want to know what I am rambling on about, see Ah, Athens. Thanks for the Memories. Anyway, these wonderful people are just some we have met on our travels.

Today I am thinking about Jenny, who we met a few years ago while staying at the Dicky Beach Caravan Park on the Sunshine Coast (about an hour and half from where we live). We are fortunate to own a caravan and we have had many (well, mostly) great times traveling around and have met many interesting people. (See Caravanning … our way, your way, any way for my thoughts on this).

Incidentally, Dicky Beach was named after the SS Dicky which ran aground there in 1893. It is the only recreational beach in the world named after a shipwreck. Dicky Beach is in a most beautiful part of the world and the caravan park is about 100 metres from the patrolled surf beach. Perrrfect!

After 122 years, the wreck of the SS Dicky had been disintegrating and by 2015, the Sunshine Coast Council deemed the remains were too dangerous to be left on the beach. It was an emotional time for the residents and visitors who were on the beach to witness its removal. Below are a few photos of the gradual demise of the wreck of the SS Dicky.

Three people on top of the SS Dicky wreck circa 1900. Photo courtesy Sunshine Coast Libraries – Heritage Library
SS Dicky wreck circa 1967. Photo courtesy Sunshine Coast Libraries – Heritage Library
SS Dicky wreck, July 2015. Photo courtesy Kate Wall

But, I digress. Back to Jenny. It was the second time we had stayed at the caravan park and the previous year we had met Jenny’s family as they were on the site beside us. Well, we hit it off with Jenny immediately. She was from just outside London and was visiting, as she often does, in the school holidays in order to spend time with her son and family. We spent time together chatting and having a few wines (yes, wines not whines). We had a lot in common but mainly a love of travel. Jenny has traveled extensively. Initially with her husband until his unexpected passing and now solo or with friends. This intrepid woman has a great life story and I hope she manages to document it in the near future. I am never ceased to be amazed by her adventures. As I am writing this post, Jenny and a friend are on a ten week cruise from Sydney to Southampton. Go Jenny!

We got on so well that Summer, we exchanged contact details at the end of our holiday. We kept in touch with regular emails and our friendship grew. My husband and I were planning a trip to Europe in 2015 (another trip of a lifetime – had a few of those – very grateful). Of course, I was letting Jenny know of our plans and she gave us some travel tips. She suggested we stay with her while we were in the UK. So, at the end of our European adventure (another story) we left Paris aboard the Eurostar for London.

On reaching Jenny’s home following a train journey from the famous Waterloo station, we stayed in her lovely home and were made to feel very welcome for our entire stay. As we were there in August, Jenny had arranged tickets for us to visit Buckingham Palace. The Queen was away on her usual Summer holiday at Balmoral Castle in Scotland. We deliberately arrived early in order to see the changing of the Guard there, which was magnificent.

Iconic London bus, with Big Ben and Houses of Parliament (Palace of Westminster) in the background, on Westminster Bridge, London, England
Changing of the Guard, Buckingham Palace
Changing of the Guard, Buckingham Palace

As we had a while until our appointed entry time to the Palace, we decided to have a cup of tea with our lunch at a kiosk in Green Park. Then the rain came down. It had been threatening to rain all morning so it was no surprise. After our lunch we walked over to the Guard’s Museum on Birdcage Walk about 500 metres from Buckingham Palace. We spent a pleasant time there where we learned many interesting facts regarding the guards. I would highly recommend a visit to this museum as it provides an extensive background and history of the five regiments of foot guards in the Household Division: Grenadier Guards, Coldstream Guards, Scots Guards, Irish Guards and Welsh Guards. These are the regiments which normally provide the Queen’s Guard at Buckingham Palace. Given we had just witnessed the famed Changing of the Guard, it seemed fitting to visit this museum.

Then it was time for our visit to the State Rooms of the Palace. It was still raining, but I remember how professional the staff were, in making sure everyone was in the correct group to go through to the Palace and gardens in a timely manner. These State Rooms are used by The Queen and members of the Royal Family to receive and entertain their guests on State, ceremonial and official occasions. Well, there was so much to take in. The magnificent artworks, china, glassware and furnishings and the sheer size of the 19 State Rooms made for an amazing experience. The Ballroom was set up for a banquet with the finest china and glassware. Every table setting was precisely measured and not a thing out of place. Definitely not something that happens at our house, but it is a Palace afterall. If you can manage to be in London during the Summer, do try to visit. Sorry, there are no personal photos, as photography of any type is not permitted in Buckingham Palace. Here is a link to visiting Buckingham Palace in 2017 which you may find useful. Following our time inside, we went into the gardens. It was still raining so we didn’t spend as much time there as we might have. We had a wonderful ‘Royal’ day!

As for the rest of our stay, Jenny acted as our personal tour guide, and we had day trips to some great locations. We met many of Jenny’s family and friends and had some wonderful times. I will keep those stories for another time.

Since our trip in 2015, we caught up with Jenny in 2016 and 2017 while she was in Australia. In 2017 she was able to stay with us for a few days which was so much fun. Our friendship has endured and we have had some great times together. Hopefully, we will get back to the UK in the not too distant future, to have further adventures. You just don’t know who you will meet along life’s journey. I am glad we met Jenny and consider her to be a good friend. She certainly has added a further dimension to our lives.

Have you met people on your travels who have made a difference to you? Please let me know in the Comments Section. Thanks for reading!