* 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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When I was at Kingscliff I had this great idea about Cardboard Cutouts for the Police.
Put in a report and the idea was to be introduced for the cutouts of Police Officers to be placed in stores to prevent shoplifting.
At the last minute I was invited to a 'do' in Sydney with the Commissioner, etc, but couldn't go due to the short notice. I got a $200 chque from the Police Dept for the idea!
They were put in shops all over Australia and studies showed they reduced shoplifting a lot.They seem to be out of fashion now.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Hair on Fire!
* 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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We attended the Hard Rock Cafe in Darlinghurst, Sydney, as Lindy (our niece) was going overseas. All the family were there, plus friends of Isabel's (my sister and Lindy's mother) kids, etc.
We were having tea, when Michael (my brother in law and Lindy's father) nodded off and went to sleep. Somehow or other - a candle? Mike's hair caught fire and was flaring up nicely with flame and smoke and I jumped up and put the fire out with a jug of orange juice - Mike was still asleep when the juice hit his head and woke up in a confused state - quite a kerfuffle - we were all hysterical for the rest of the night. He was unharmed!!!
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We attended the Hard Rock Cafe in Darlinghurst, Sydney, as Lindy (our niece) was going overseas. All the family were there, plus friends of Isabel's (my sister and Lindy's mother) kids, etc.
We were having tea, when Michael (my brother in law and Lindy's father) nodded off and went to sleep. Somehow or other - a candle? Mike's hair caught fire and was flaring up nicely with flame and smoke and I jumped up and put the fire out with a jug of orange juice - Mike was still asleep when the juice hit his head and woke up in a confused state - quite a kerfuffle - we were all hysterical for the rest of the night. He was unharmed!!!
Watch the Turkeys
* 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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When we were at Tottenham we had goats, guinea fowl, chooks, chicks, and turkeys. The turkeys had 15 chickens, some were striped and some were not. Karin was playing in the yard and came inside saying "watch the turkeys, watch the turkeys". We went outside to find all the striped turkey chicks lined up on the lawn, wet and scrubbed with a laundry scrubbing brush, which was beside them. We gave mouth to beak rescusitation and saved half of them. Karin thought the striped turkeys were dirty!
Read more "dad and me an old photo journal"
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When we were at Tottenham we had goats, guinea fowl, chooks, chicks, and turkeys. The turkeys had 15 chickens, some were striped and some were not. Karin was playing in the yard and came inside saying "watch the turkeys, watch the turkeys". We went outside to find all the striped turkey chicks lined up on the lawn, wet and scrubbed with a laundry scrubbing brush, which was beside them. We gave mouth to beak rescusitation and saved half of them. Karin thought the striped turkeys were dirty!
Read more "dad and me an old photo journal"
Tentacles or Testicles
* 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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In 1977 a new movie came out called "Tentacles".
We were on holidays at Long Jetty and after I took the kids to see it, the next day we went swimming in the local public baths.
I was playing with the kids in the water pretending to be a giant octopus and diving under and grabbing them, when Tim (my son) started screaming at the top of his voice - 'testicles!!! testicles!! testicles!!'
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In 1977 a new movie came out called "Tentacles".
We were on holidays at Long Jetty and after I took the kids to see it, the next day we went swimming in the local public baths.
I was playing with the kids in the water pretending to be a giant octopus and diving under and grabbing them, when Tim (my son) started screaming at the top of his voice - 'testicles!!! testicles!! testicles!!'
A Sad Story
* 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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This poor bloke in this 30's was living at Blair Athol, accommodation for the homeless at Tugun, Qld, Australia. He had a small fibreglass boat and an old Falcon car.
this day, he took a lady from Blair Athol on a fishing outing over the Tweed Bar during the afternoon. They caught a couple of squire (snapper) and were a bit late - getting back at dusk to the Bar. Somehow he lost his bearings and missed the bar and got tossed by a wave onto Fingal Beach - damaging the boat and filling it with sand. They got ashore ok. He was lost and confused.
He and the lady walked into Chinderah and she got a lift back to Blair Athol and he was upset and wandered into the BP wanting food but had no money. Then he wandered down to Jenners Corner Shop, where he went in and asked for a pie - he was refused and sent on his way.
He walked back towards the BP and was half way there when he suddenly jumped out on the road in front of a lady drive driving south to Murwillumbah, waving his arms. She hit hm and he was thrown into the table drain
I got there just as he passed away.
The poor lady that hit him was extremely shocked and I thought she needed some counselling.
After I got all the accident details I saw the local priest and he went down to see the lady but on arrival was abused by the anti-catholic husband and kicked off the property.
I think the bloke was so upset about losing his boat and so confused that he deliberately jumped out in front of the car.
We found his car at the Kennedy Drive boat ramp and took it to the station. About a week later his relatives turned up and collected his properly.
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This poor bloke in this 30's was living at Blair Athol, accommodation for the homeless at Tugun, Qld, Australia. He had a small fibreglass boat and an old Falcon car.
this day, he took a lady from Blair Athol on a fishing outing over the Tweed Bar during the afternoon. They caught a couple of squire (snapper) and were a bit late - getting back at dusk to the Bar. Somehow he lost his bearings and missed the bar and got tossed by a wave onto Fingal Beach - damaging the boat and filling it with sand. They got ashore ok. He was lost and confused.
He and the lady walked into Chinderah and she got a lift back to Blair Athol and he was upset and wandered into the BP wanting food but had no money. Then he wandered down to Jenners Corner Shop, where he went in and asked for a pie - he was refused and sent on his way.
He walked back towards the BP and was half way there when he suddenly jumped out on the road in front of a lady drive driving south to Murwillumbah, waving his arms. She hit hm and he was thrown into the table drain
I got there just as he passed away.
The poor lady that hit him was extremely shocked and I thought she needed some counselling.
After I got all the accident details I saw the local priest and he went down to see the lady but on arrival was abused by the anti-catholic husband and kicked off the property.
I think the bloke was so upset about losing his boat and so confused that he deliberately jumped out in front of the car.
We found his car at the Kennedy Drive boat ramp and took it to the station. About a week later his relatives turned up and collected his properly.
A Little Victory!! Use of the Tottenham Police Car
* 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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When we were transferred from Parkes to Tottenham it was 1963 I think. Superintendent Crowley told me to not worry about a private car as I could use the Police car as I was always on call.
In time Supt Crowley (a great bloke) had his place taken by another bloke.
We used to drive in the Police car each fortnight to Parkes to shop for our groceries.
On day the new cranky boss caught me in Clorinda Street Parkes, in the Police Car and questioned me as to what I was doing.
The next week a memo came out that this practice was to cease forthwhith.
It was the custom when the Super came out to the out station for his 3 month Inspections that the wife of the Police Officer would supply lunch. Sally (my wife) always supplied a baked dinner.
The next time the Super came out it came to lunchtime and I offered no invitation. The Super eventually realised he wasn't getting one and Sally mentioned we were pretty much very low on food.
He and his driver had to go over the road to Carl Caras's cafe where they had a pretty dreadful meal.
The next week a memo came out permitting our Station Police to come into Parkes (100 miles) to do the shopping!
A little victory!!!
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When we were transferred from Parkes to Tottenham it was 1963 I think. Superintendent Crowley told me to not worry about a private car as I could use the Police car as I was always on call.
In time Supt Crowley (a great bloke) had his place taken by another bloke.
We used to drive in the Police car each fortnight to Parkes to shop for our groceries.
On day the new cranky boss caught me in Clorinda Street Parkes, in the Police Car and questioned me as to what I was doing.
The next week a memo came out that this practice was to cease forthwhith.
It was the custom when the Super came out to the out station for his 3 month Inspections that the wife of the Police Officer would supply lunch. Sally (my wife) always supplied a baked dinner.
The next time the Super came out it came to lunchtime and I offered no invitation. The Super eventually realised he wasn't getting one and Sally mentioned we were pretty much very low on food.
He and his driver had to go over the road to Carl Caras's cafe where they had a pretty dreadful meal.
The next week a memo came out permitting our Station Police to come into Parkes (100 miles) to do the shopping!
A little victory!!!
A Football Invitation
* 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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When I was the boss at Kingscliff Police Station, an invitation from the Cudgen Leagues Club for Sally (my wife) and I to attend the big football presentation dinner was sent to "The Sergeant and Mrs Clarke" at the Police Station.
The invitation was intercepted by my Senior Constables at the station, who both went in our stead!!
Months later it all came out when I was talking to the Club President who said how disappointed he was that we couldn't come!! and what a good time the Senior Constables had!!!
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When I was the boss at Kingscliff Police Station, an invitation from the Cudgen Leagues Club for Sally (my wife) and I to attend the big football presentation dinner was sent to "The Sergeant and Mrs Clarke" at the Police Station.
The invitation was intercepted by my Senior Constables at the station, who both went in our stead!!
Months later it all came out when I was talking to the Club President who said how disappointed he was that we couldn't come!! and what a good time the Senior Constables had!!!
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