Tag Archives: Eli Rosenbluth

My Father and his Motorbike with its Side-car

WILDERNESS ROAD x While seagulls fight for lamp‑posts near the timber stores, Inside the drawer, his folded airmail fades. Behind those bricked-up windows, boarded doors, His motor-bike once led your small parades. x You lost its little rider where the … Continue reading

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My Father

Aley Howell 1919-1945 Now added to this post – the catalogue to the Library of New South Wales’ excellent “Dunera” exhibition – about the camp my father was interned in for the first years of the war – and the … Continue reading

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