Sunday, 15 May 2011

Epilogue: From beyond the grave....????

I’m still waiting for my goose bumps and the hair standing up on the back of my neck to disappear. This is the story I found out today:

My Digger at Fromelles, Thomas Henry Shephard and his brothers George and John all signed up together. As you might remember, Thomas and George’s names are on the memorial at VC Cemetery. They both died on 19 July 1916. John died earlier of rheumatic fever in Marseilles. The Shephard brothers were the great-great uncles of my friend and colleague, Ceridwen Message.

Today I received the following message from another of my colleagues, Tracey Hope. Reprinted below is a copy of the email that her husband, Graeme Hope, wrote to Ceridwen:

Hi Ceridwen,

This is Graeme, Tracey's husband. Thought I should let you know of something very spooky that happened this morning.

To set the scene, I have been researching, along with my sister, my great uncle who died at Fromelles in WW1. His name was Fred Steward. We know very little about him, have no photos and no grave in France. We do know that he was a boot maker from Fitzroy and that his great mates were a set of twin brothers, the Shephards :)

Fred fought with the 60th Btn and died on the 19th July. Tracey had told me about Kristy's trip to Fromelles so I looked at her blog of her trip to Fromelles this morning...blow me over if the first thing I read was about the Shephard brothers. Fred and your great uncles were apparently inseparable according to a few of their mates who lived until the 1950s. It seems highly likely that they died side by side at Fromelles.

In Kristy's blog, there is a pic of them all in front of the pyramids. Would you know if the photo tells who is who? The other spooky photo is the one with Kristy in front of the monument at VC Corner. 8 names below the Sheppard boys is 'Steward F.J'. Fred was a twin as well. This may have been a reason why he was so close to your great uncles. His twin (Florrie) felt him 'leave her' on that date. She knew that he had died long before they received confirmation. The only thing her family were told was that he had died in a swamp at Fleurbaix(Fromelles).

I rang my sister this morning and she was adamant that this new was 'from beyond the grave'. Below is a link to the Argus of 19 July 1921. On page 1 under in memoriam, you will find a notice put in for your great uncles (and Fred) by their two other mates who lived through the war: 


Anyway, hopefully this is the breakthrough in our research that may give us an insight into Fred and his last few months. Would you have any other pics of the Shephard boys? P.S. My sister said that they were all in the 'White Rose Company' (small group of btn soldiers).

Yes, it's a very small world!

Regards,
Graeme Hope (my mum’s dad was Fred's brother)

How unbelievable is that!! I sat down and looked at my photos, and sure enough near my elbow is F.J. Steward’s name. Just so unbelievable!! Apparently, Graeme has been talking about going to France to see his great-uncle’s name on the memorial. Although he still wants to go, he has said that if he doesn’t get there, he has at least seen his name. I took quite a lot of photos of the memorial and the cemetery to show to Ceridwen’s mother, Glenda. She is the Shephard boys’ great niece. I’ll now make sure that my photos also get to Graeme and Tracey.

Eight names down from the Shephard boys is the name Steward F.J. Who would have thought that such I would be across the other side of the world, looking at the names of three relatives of two of my friends and colleagues??? The Shephards I was obviously looking for, but I'm so pleased that my photo also shows the name of Fred Steward as well....!!!!

Apologies for the big dorky photo....I needed to enlarge it so that you could see all of the boys' names.

Totally freaky coincidence!!

Sunday, 1 May 2011

All good things must come to an end....dammit....

Day #15: Wednesday, April 27
France-Singapore-Melbourne....

Goodbye Paris. We loved you.

On the bus on the way to the airport, the kids very kindly thanked all the adults for their help on the tour and we all received a gift from them. I was stoked with mine!! They bought me a coffee cup with the Arc de Triomphe on it. I had hummed and hawed about buying a print or the like with the Arc on it. It was such a thrill to climb it and to have a bird’s eye view over Paris. So pleased with my pressie!! Thanks everyone!!!


It will be perfect for the Pomegrante Tea I bought at the Spice Market in Istanbul!!!

Then it was all systems go as we checked in….my suitcase at 26.5 kg looked like being a winner, but Bruce’s 37 point something and Paul’s 37 plus beat me hands down. But then, they’re a bit nicer to you when you fly business class…..!!

Hello A3-80!! Singapore Airlines how I love thee and your large, comfy plane. Mind you, I didn’t sleep on the 12 hour flight to Singapore. Rather I made use of the in-flight entertainment and watched movies and some ‘Glee’. ‘The Black Swan’??? What the hell was that all about???

A few hours in Singapore was well spent with a visit to the Butterfly House and with the free foot massagers. Then off to Melbourne.

Always a sucker for a butterfly house...and in an airport...who'dve thunk it??

Some Venus Fly Trap-esque plants....

Pretty!

As we left Customs (with our booty of Turkish Delight and Belgian chocolate) and headed out the door, there were the kids’ families and my Mum. Hugs and a few tears all ‘round for the SOAPs and that was it. The trip of a lifetime was over.

This is an experience that I will never forget. I’ve meet some unbelievably fantastic adults and students and I am now looking forward to catching up with them on the Facebook group Evan is setting up and for our anniversaries.  We’ve already talked about going back to the Shrine for a tour and for Jean to tell us about the ‘ANZAC Book’ and also to Canberra. I can’t wait to catch up with the gang again.

What an AWESOME experience!!!! Thanks Ted!

I love Paris in the spring time....

Day #14: Tuesday, April 26
Paris: Sunny, approx. 22 degrees....

Today is our last day of the tour. We have done so much in the last few days, it’s all a bit of a blur!! Today’s plan is to do a walking tour of Paris. Our guide, Trish, has an English Dad, French Mum and studied university in Canberra. Her accent is a corker: at times English, flawless French and then a touch of ocker Aussie every now and then. She was a star! A great introductory tour to Paris.

And what a tour it was!! I wish I had of been taking notes as Trish was a brilliant guide and we learned so much with her. So as much as I’d love to tell you all about the different places I visited in Paris, I’m not 100% sure where we went!! I will have to get a copy of the map with our route highlighted from Bruce at some stage.

Along the way on our 7 (!!) hour walking tour we saw:

The Opera House with its beautiful statues and gold work…..

The Opera de Paris Garnier is located at the Place de l'Opera....

'The Dance'....which was considered a bit naughty back in the day....

Apollo....

Either 'Harmony' or 'Poetry'....



Place Vendome where we saw beautiful gold suns representing Louis XIV, an obelisk (reminded us of Turkey) and the Ritz where Princess Diana was staying when she was killed….


The Sun King....

The Ritz is over my shoulder and to the right....





The Place de la Concorde where we saw tombs for members of the Resistance during World War II, the spots where the guillotine was used during the Revolution  (Madame Defarge where are you???), another gilded obelisk and the Arc de Triomphe in the background…..

Ahhhh....spring.....

The Resistance fighters....

The guillotine was used here....creepy, but so cool!!!

Blimey I look tired....



We walked through the Tuilleries Gardens where Monet’s waterlilies are displayed (next time I’m THERE!!) and up to the Louvre. It’s closed on a Tuesday, but we were able to see the small inverted pyramid underground. Hello The Da Vinci Code….




The big glass pyramid of the Louvre is through the arch....really!!

The inverted pyramid....



We stopped for a hot choccy and some Perrier on the Left Bank….

An art deco (??) Metro sign....it is by someone famous...maybe...???

Ahhhh....Paris....


Time for a sit down and a hot choccy with Jean...

Possibly the world's most expensive Perrier and hot choccy, but it was great to sit. I was hacking away and our lovely waitress told me to go the Pharmacy and get "blah blah blah" for my cold. Who says the French are rude???? Oh....the other waiter was a bastard.... *Grin*

The alleyway where the guillotine was first tested….MADNESS!!!!

If we hadn't of had Trish with us, we would have passed this insignificant alley!!

Bought baguettes and had lunch in the Luxembourg Gardens. Beautiful gardens with beautifully manicured grass….which you can’t sit on. A little weird, but understandable with the number of visitors who come through here….

Some tulips to remind us of Turkey....

What do you mean I can't walk on the grass??

More tulips....I love Spring!


The Pantheon…..

The Pantheon houses the remains of some famous French people including Voltaire, Victor Hugo, Marie Curie and Louis Braille to name just a few...

Viva la revolution....



An outdoor market/food area….

How plump and red are those strawberries!!!

Some vino...

A baguette to go with your wine and strawberries??

How about a selection of cheeses?

Some sliced meat as well??


Along the river….
I could have stopped and looked at all of this stalls every time we came across one...books, paintings, crap souvenirs...my idea of heaven!!


Old copies of 'Match' including Edith Piaf, Jackie O, JFK, Elizabeth Taylor, Katherine Hepburn....

Notre Dame, which was just amazing!! I’ve wanted to go here ever since copying the stained glass windows in Year 8 History all those years ago….

The queues went amazingly fast!!

The "Mays" of Notre Dame...this Mays was there!!
From 1499, the goldsmiths of Paris would offer to Mary
a green tree as a gift for the 1st of May, the month devoted to her (didn't know that!).
Then later on, works of poetry in chest of gold.
Even later, painting by famous painters.

Fantastic stained glass windows!!

I remember drawing this is in Year 8 History....


My arty farty shot which came out pretty well!!


I wonder what he did or didn't do to lose his head....religion is just not my forte....

Past a Tudor style house….


A water fountain on the street where there is a list of the names of all the French Jews who were murdered in World War II…..not France’s finest hour…..

Ash filling her water bottle....

Some of the names on the Wall of Remembrance....


Marais – a district (??) where there are many private hotels. For example one used by Louis’ mistress and, at one point, Mozart….

Mozart stayed here!

Gardens with grass that you can sit on (gasp!)....

Louis the XIV in a groovy pose that the boys later tried to emulate and I was sadly unable to capture pictures of them doing so....does anyone have some???
And then back to the Opera House on the Metro, where we decided who was going shopping where. The kids went one way, the adults the other after. Jean, Helen and I headed off to the Gallery Lafayette: a massive department store. We ran into Nick and had champagne (non-alcoholic of course!) at the Veuve Clicquot bar. Then it was separate ways again. Can you believe I was too tired to be bothered with trying on shoes. Unbelievable but true! I MUST have been very sick as well as tired!!!

The roof of Gallery Lafayette....it reminded me of the mall in the Petronus Towers in KL....

And I was too sick and tired to shop!! The shoes were in the basement....

Jean, Helen and Nick...the ladies are enjoying a (non-alcoholic) champagne....

Shopping is thirsty work!

A freshen up at the hotel and then we were off for our farewell dinner. L‘Atlas cleverly put us in a back room by ourselves. The whole time on tour we have had a set menu, but tonight Bob loosened the purse strings and allowed us to order from the menu. WOO HOO!!!

After much deliberation on my table, we decided a selection of foods was required. We started with French Onion Soup….which was just known as Onion Soup, oysters and escargot to share. Escargot are like chewy, rubbery garlic buttery things. At least that’s what I got out of it. Not bad. Not too sure if Hadley enjoyed them…..

Onion soup....it's French....

The big mouth trying the escargot....

Hadley looking excited by the prospect of eating escargot....

....but not looking so pleased here!


Then it was Boeuf Béarnaise with pomme frites and Jean talked Martin and me into sharing a strawberry tart. All washed down with 9 Euro non-alcoholic cocktails….the kids certainly had a crack at them. And no wonder, the citrusy one was AWESOME!!

Jean's white asparagus entree...

Oysters...or should I say huîtres??

The Boeuf Béarnaise....

It was then back on the Metro back to the hotel well after midnight and sweet dreams on a full belly.

We really don’t want to leave, but home is starting to call!! The airport and Singapore await before we fly into Melbs....I can already here my pillow calling!!