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Friday, March 3, 2023

My first home in Australia - for just three days!

 

Even though I had spent the first two (or was it three?) nights on Australian soil inside the Bonegilla Migrant Hostel, I don't remember much of it. The year was 1965 and the date was the 6th of August.

 

My Bonegilla Registration card. If you're looking for yours, click here

 

We had disembarked in some sort of organised chaos at Port Melbourne and soon afterwards boarded a train for the inland town of Albury from where we were taken to Bonegilla. Remember the movie "The Great Escape"? Well, Bonegilla was a camp along the lines of what you saw in that movie - except that Bonegilla was a darn sight worse. We were put into corrugated-iron huts in what had been an old Army Camp - and I believe the old Spartans enjoyed more comforts than did the inmates of the "Bonegilla Migrant Centre". Although we were in the depth of the Australian winter (which can be pretty cold in the Australian inland), there was no heating, and only a threadbare ex-Army blanket to ward off the cold at night. For somebody who had just avoided conscription into the German "Bundeswehr" (Army), it seemed a poor exchange.

 

 

Deep blue skies and brilliant sunshine during the day made up for the freezing nights. It was two days after I had arrived in camp and while I was "thawing" out in the midday sun when another German who had come off the ship with me, told me about a "German Lady", a Mrs Haermeyer, at the camp's reception centre who was offering to take three or four recently arrived German migrants back to Melbourne to board at her house. I had been "processed" by the camp's administration on the first day and knew that in all likelihood I was destined to be sent to Sydney to work as labourer for the Sydney Water Board. So what did I have to lose? In record time I had myself signed out by the "Camp Commandant", my few things packed, and was sitting, with three other former ship-mates, in a VW Beetle enroute back to Melbourne. continue

 

 

I've just discovered on the Bonegilla Migrant Hostel's facebook page this new publication which brings back some memories:

 


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You won't find me in any of the photos. I was in too much of a hurry to move on to other camps and boarding-houses: Capital Hill Hostel and Barton House in Canberra, the Public Works Department mess hall in Rabaul, Camp 6 and Camp 1 and Camp 10 on Bougainville Island, and more boarding-houses and rented houses and company flats houses and hotels than you could poke a stick at - more than fifty, in fact - before "Riverbend" got hold of me.

Travelling the world! I wouldn't have missed it for the world!


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