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The 1960s

Secondary school, a sabbatical, and a calling.


National Service Act 1951-1968, Certificate of Registration

My first year at University, studying architecture. My number was not pulled out of the barrel, so I was not conscripted and sent to Vietnam. It was a good life.


Olivetti Lettera 32

To celebrate my matriculation, my parents gave me a typewriter. I taught myself to type. Should I be an architect, or a social worker?


I helped edit, photograph and design the school magazine, printed letterpress. (Even now, when I pass the old Truth newspaper building, I recall the acrid smell of etching the halftone blocks).


1954  W196 streamliner, Daimler-Benz Museum, Stuttgart Piazza San Marco, Venice -- click to enlarge Galleria Vittore Emanuele II, Milan -- click to enlarge 

I had a short tour of Germany, Italy and France with my father. Seeing a lot of Modern architecture and design made a big impression. So did contact with fine cars and wonderful civic places.


With my family I travelled to England for a year's sabbatical leave, on board the SS Orcades.


I swotted hard and passed the Queensland Junior Public Examination. English and Physics were my best subjects.


I built several transistor radios.


My first adjustable camera was a 35mm half-frame Olympus Pen. I blacked out the bathroom window to make a darkroom.


As a Boy Scout I learned to make custard on a camp fire.


I was given a car, a 1928 Austin Seven.

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Revised 5 February 2022

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