Rick Bell (Maintenance Section) hated being called Ricky and didn’t like his surname used as a noun because he was called ‘Bellie” and things like ‘Dingdong’ at Primary School.
At least one of Ricks after hours passions was working on his cherry red Ford Coupe Tourer (with the Dicky seat). In the early years of his apprenticeship to Printing Engineering, he struggled to keep the original 1930s (something) engine going and bits like the clutch, brakes etc were also proving difficult as even items from the wreckers and Rare Spares dried up.
An offer from someone in the Bindery enticed Rick out of his Ford passion and into the new world of Holden. The offer was to take away for free, an EH Holden wagon with a 186 motor. Rick lived at O’Halloran Hill and the car was in Salisbury. I lived in Allchurch Ave. Kurralta Park with not much to do on weekends so offered to help.
We duly arrived at Salisbury in the Ford early one Saturday morning and had a look over the Holden. The head had been refurbished but was on the floor of the back seat. A heap of other ‘running gear’ was in buckets and tins on the passenger side front floor.
The owner said that the brakes worked a bit but you probably would need to rely more on the handbrake..
We attached a big ‘under tow’ sign to the Holden and slowly dragged the hulk back to Ricks place. Somehow. all went smoothly until we got about 1/2 way up Tapleys’ Hill, when the heat from the Ford’s exhaust pipe burnt though the tow rope.
The original gear on the Ford had the pipe coming out from the middle of the body under the back bumper. So I’m cut loose from the little Ford and running backwards down Tapleys Hill Rd, again (blessedly) not much traffic.
Finally instinct kicked in and I pulled the handbrake on. Made no difference. Pumped the footbrake. Made no difference. Threw the car into gear, something went BANG and I drifted at an angle into the side of the cutting. Rick stopped and ran back laughing his head off. I
told him about the loud noise under the bonnet and we put the bonnet up to find that the engine dismantlers had put all the other other U clamps, nuts and bolts, old valve stems etc in the top of the cylinder pots. When I put the can in gear, the pistons moved and pushed all the contents out onto the road.
Finally back at Ricks place, we took the engine out, cut the Holden body in 1/2s along is length and took it 1/2 at a time to the Happy Valley dump with windows and seats. By the time we got back with the 2nd half, the doors and seats had gone to a better homes. I’m thinking this was about 1972-1974.
When we wuzz yung ‘n’ dumb.
Marilyn Harding is sweet, pretty, intelligent and thoughtful. She was born on Monday, 5th January, 1953, at Memorial Hospital, North Adelaide.
Her Mum Mary worked on the Adelaide Railway Station Ramp in a small snack bar. Unfortunately, her first contact with the Old Guv was with Paul and Dickie Korff.
Allan, her Dad worked in the Railway Cafeteria and helped cook the meal for young Queen Elizabeth II, when she came to Adelaide to view the only free settlers in Australia
The family lived at Prospect and then moved to Meningie in the Coorong. There Allan took up fishing and trapping.
They had no electricity or hot water and at night the young Marilyn had her bedtime story read by the light of a kerosene lamp. It was tough.
Unfortunately, this hard life and lack of running hot water led to poor cleanliness issues. Thankfully, she is cured now!
She attended Meningie Area school and then Prospect Primary after their move back to the big smoke. She gained her leaving certificate from Strathmont High in 1967.
The year 1969 saw her being interviewed by the beloved Merv “Nobby” Clark who employed her because her Uncle Mortimer McFeeters had played for the Old Guv Cricket Club.
She left in 1978 after working for Arthur “Akbar” Holmes in Planning and had two children Todd and Talia. Then it was back to the Old Guv working with her Auntie Jeannie in Parliamentary Papers.
One dark night Marilyn ventured into the Highway Inn and the notorious “Grab A Granny” Disco. There she met David Harding a similar “desperado.” They fell in love and were married in 1985. It was the first time that Marilyn had smiled for many years.
What more can we say about a woman who has spent most of her life on the run and still works at Netley. Marilyn you are a Legend for all the wrong reasons. You are nice, considerate and popular, which makes you rather unique.
Congratulations Mate! You are a Super Legend!
Bruce Kutcher was born at Kadina under the shade of the Wombat Hotel. He worked for a small print shop before moving to Adelaide and settling in at the Old Guv.
As a jobbing comp, Bruce was well skilled and no job was beyond his talent. He was placed under the watchful eye of Fred Hardwicke, who looked after and stood up for his group of comps.
Bruce loved his cigarettes and was a chain smoker. Some days he had a fag in his mouth, another on the Ludlow and one alight in his frame next to me. He also had a love for a beer and every lunch break was off to the pub.
Even on overtime, during the tea break he was off to the pub. Bruce won a prize in a Cricket Club raffle (3 bottles of sherry). Did he take it home? – well no, as Bruce and I consumed 2 bottles during OT. Boy! was I pissed. On arriving home I said to my wife ‘Hi I’m home’ and promptly passed out – she was not happy.
Bruce was a skilled fisherman – knew every knot in the book and often made up fishing lines for Fred and others. Bruce would take our wooden forme furniture and turn it into amazing ‘floats’ to take to fishing.
Some Saturday mornings Roger Francis, Bruce and myself would go to Outer Harbour to fish. It wasn’t long before Bruce would produce a bottle of grog and the fishing became enjoyable. One morning Bruce hooked a seagull and all hell broke loose.
Bruce was seen limping quite badly one morning on the Jobbing floor. On closer inspection Bruce Lockier informed Bruce that his shoes were on the incorrect foot. Another time Bruce arrived wearing two different brown shoes.
Bruce turned up one day clearly not well. Ron Evans told him to go to the Railways Tavern and have a stout and port wine poured into a glass. Hours later he returned so pissed that Fred ushered him to the bus stop.
Bruce and I used to buy fireworks in November, especially throwdowns, and constantly tossed them at others. Also flower pots, jumping jacks and squibs were tossed under the dunny doors causing mayhem.
Bruce loved the Cricket trips to Melbourne where he could drink constantly and one trip he fell out of the bus head first, missing all the steps.
Moving to Netley was Bruce’s downfall as the bus stop to Netley was close to the Majestic Hotel. He would alight from the bus from Nailsworth and enter the pub for a drink or two.
When he finally arrived at Netley Bert Cotton had sealed the doors, so if the doors did not open, Bruce just turned around and went off home via a pub or two.
In the end Bruce gave up coming to work as the doors were continually locked, his marriage broke up and he spent his final days living with his aged mother, yet Bruce was never sacked, simply taken off the ‘books’.
John Elsdon (Junior) was born 27 November, 1946 in the Glenelg Hospital to parents Gladys May and John Henry Elsdon.
John joined his older sister Talee to make up the family.
John went to Brighton Primary School and did his secondary school training at Mitchell Park Boys Technical School (now known as Hamilton High).
In 1962 on his second ever trip to Adelaide from Glenelg he started as a Hand and Machine Compositor at the Government Printing Office in King William Road.
His job interview was conducted by the Overseer Brian James who had played Australian Rules League Football with John Elsdon senior for the Glenelg Football Club.
In fact the two men had been in the 1934 Glenelg Premiership side with John senior playing in Ruck and Brian James as Full Back.
It was a feat that the Bays were not able to repeat again until 1973.
Meanwhile in 1964 our John Elsdon played in the Glenelg Senior Colts Premiership side. This was followed by a Seconds Premiership in 1967 with John playing Centre and wearing Peter Marker’s old Club number.
At the Guv he spent quite a time working with the ‘notorious’ Gazette staff.
It was here that John earnt his strange Nickname ‘Rags.’ When asked by a senior tradesman to pop down the street to get a box of ‘Codis’ for pain relief, he came back with a box of ‘Modess’ a popular women’s sanitary napkin.
Hence the nickname Rags which stuck with him throughout his working life.
John was one of the main men in the Snake Gully Sluggers who were a group of comps that in my early days I would struggle to avoid.
He was great mates with the late Greg ‘Sluggo’ Novice and John McInerney.
In time we became great mates, so much so that he was my best man in 1983 and Godfather to my son Danny
John ‘Rags’ Elsdon you are a Legend by Rod Parham
Mr Wayne John Brown was born 22 April, 1947 ( Westies went top) at Queen Victoria Hospital, son of the late Joyce and Herbert (Bluey) Brown.
Being a good Catholic boy he was educated at St Margaret Mary’s Catholic Primary School and at Christian Brothers College.
Wayne was Apprenticed as a Bookbinder at Sands & McDougalls in Light Square and then had a brief stint at the State Library Bindery. He returned to ‘Sandies’ for a short time and applied at the Government Printing Office in 1972 and then after learning how to spell started in March 1973. He worked as a Bookbinder and guillotine operator and was made leading hand in Quickprint, until the shutdown in 1999.
Wayne married the beautiful, intelligent and Saintly Angela on 17 July, 1971 at St Anthony’s Catholic Church, Edwardstown. Together they had three boys Adrian,Simon and Jeremy plus six grandchildren, one girl and five boys.