recollections about Tottenham: Karin gets the chop!

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

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I recall when Karin (my daughter) was about 2 years old, she put her ring finger in the door frame of one of the heavy doors in the Police house, when the wind slammed the door shut on hr finger!  Her finger was hanging by a thread of skin.  We rushed her to our Doctore Tamesvary, who sewed it back together and it healed perfectly!  Sally (my wife) had nightmares for years about Karin at the altar, holding her hand out minus her ring finger, for her husband to put on the wedding ring!

Keswick Island Holiday Stories by Karin

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

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I (Karin) have written recollections of our Keswick Island holidays over 9 journals/chapters
Just CLICK HERE to read them, they all mention my father John, in one episode he goes blind, in others we set up shark traps, someone gets bitten by a bat, we find a turtle, i get my finger trapped in a giant clam, Tim wrestles a shark barehanded, etc... it was a fascinating adventure we shared on an uninhabited island on the Whitsundays in Queensland, Australia when I was about 10 years old

Steaming Poo

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

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It was 'round 1982.  I was the boss of Kingsliff Police Station when I received word that a garage had been help up down south and that the offenders were in a certain car heading north.

Took off for the scene in the Police wagon but prior to getting there, got word by radio that the offender's car had turned over on a bush road and that they had decamped into the scrub.

By the time I arrived on the scene, there were four or five Police cars there already, with all the Police standing around on the road near the overturned stolen car.  No sign of the offenders.

I decided to have a look in the paddock nearby for signs of the direction of the fugitives and about a hundred yards away under a large gum tree found fresh steaming human faeces with some used newspaper and thought I was in luck...

I called out 'this way fellows, there is a big pile of....'.

I looked down to the officers some who were bent over, others leaning on their cards, but they wouldn't come.

I went back to the group and after some difficult conversation because they were laughing so much, eventually discovered that the culprit was one of our own - my own lockup keeper.

that's how i got the nickname 'Tracker'...