Picture of the the lovable “Charlie” as a newspaper boy.
Karl “Charlie” Hans Korff was born on 27th April. 1934. It was the International Year of Short people.
Charlie went through all of the usual problems in his youth, for example having teeth, growing hair, trying to speak English and a little broken German.
He was only a small boy during WWII and it wasn’t the greatest time for a youngster with a German background to be in Australia at that time.
However, upon reaching puberty a strange haunting voice said, “Charlie, One day you should become a Compositor.” To which Charlie replied, “But, I can’t read music”. Oh well!
Charlie has always thanked that voice because it provided him with a chance to work at The Old Guv.
He was a brilliant footballer in his youth with South colts and Thirds and much better than brother Paul, who was much better at table tennis.
He was apprenticed to Stock Journal Publishers at age fourteen and stayed seven years before moving on to Specialty Printers. At Specialty he come across Adrian Riosa, Nick Penn, Chris Candlett and Con Rogers.
He started at the GPO in 1976 after 21 long years with Specialty Printers.
Charlie is part of the famous Korff family (Dickie, Paul (deceased) and Charlie) all who worked at the Government Printing Office at some time or other.
When working with Charlie Korff, you didn’t realise just how healthy you were.
This Tale is about the night I saved the lives of Chris Smith, Trevor Smart and Ian Bailey.
And, myself of course.
The four of us had a little green mini-minor that we car pooled to work. Trevor normally drove to work and I usually drove home.
Ian Bailey was quite content to sit in the back staring blankly out of the window, Chris Smith sat next to Ian rubbishing everyone he could think of, but especially Ashley Williams, Russell Wight and Rod Parham.
Trevor would tell anyone who would listen about the wackas and gossip that came out of the front office that day.
He banged on boring everyone shitless!
I would drive ever watchful of the road ahead. But with Chris and Trevor droning on in the background it was difficult to concentrate.
I would not put shit on any person and would not back-stab any of my workmates all of whom I held in the highest regard.
We were at the top of Marion Road waiting to turn right into Main South Road. The lights changed and as I went to turn, suddenly, a car flew in front of us cutting across our path.
I calmly pulled the wheel neatly avoiding a fatal accident.
But we were now heading up Flagstaff Hill Road.
After our near death experience, everyone patted me on the back.
As we headed up Flagstaff Hill Road, Chris wanted to celebrate by getting on the piss (this was no surprise).
Trevor wanted to buy a X-Lotto Ticket, meanwhile Ian Bailey kept staring blankly out of the window…
Here are some names I can remember from my Old Guv Days:
Bob Mason, Don Ledo, Debbie Almond, Margaret Hunt, Keith Luce, Phil Sweet (deceased), Alan Baker, Aad Stegink, Tracey Stone, Robin Carter, Frank Mantovan, Peter Reeve (deceased), Reg Hartshorne (deceased), Fiona Lamont, Jim Scott, Esther Rivett, Phil Romas, Peter Stanbridge, Phil Gamble, Dave Richards, Jan Caught, Ian Mortimer, Frank Timko, Roy Jago, Norma Greenhalgh, Sophie Moursellas, Joy Dawson, Des Brown (deceased), Margaret Chennell (deceased), Peter Megyery, Chris Smith, Anatoly Onishko, Helga Bargmann, Ray Cochrane, Herb Kiess, Craig Smith, Adrian Chennell (deceased), David Elphick, Trevor Roberts, Max Gill (deceased), Karen Schaefer, Greg Small, Chris Rochow, Dion Williams, Alan Davis, Charlie Korff, Colin Goodfellow (deceased), Mike Burnett, Jenny Barker and Lorraine O’Loughlin.
With Respect to those of our workmates who are no longer with us.