Colonials and Clubs


AtoZ2019CThis series of blog posts is part of the A to Z 2019 Blogging Challenge in which I will write snapshot memories of my early married life in the then Territory of Papua New Guinea.

A colony administered by Australia

Bequeathed by the United Nations

Colonial administrators

Shorts and long socks de rigeur

Public servants dispersed through the country

They said “go” and you went

Alotau aerial with houses

An early 1970s aerial view of Alotau highlighting our three houses. Another two in Goroka and only one in Moresby.

A new town, new house, new friends

Separate social structures

Bank johnnies, military, private enterprise

Rarely the twain shall meet.

Cameron Club introduction

Movies and a “greenie” on a Friday night

Dash up Red Hill in the back of the government ute

Get the coffee made before midnight…

Power’s off until 6am

Wake on Saturday to the sound of Dylan

Carrying along the plateau from a mate’s house.

Cathay Club – Sundays in Moresby

The echo of squash balls

Lots of laughs and

Red faces from the heat.

Straight to the pool to

Teach the kids to swim.

69 Cameron Club

The Cameron Club promoting everyone’s favourite tipple. SP beer comes in green or brown bottles. Photo taken P Cass 2014.

The clack of the mahjong tiles

The fierceness of that game.

Time for an afternoon nap

Or prepare for a dinner party

Long dresses, multiple courses, duty free spirits.

Aviat Club for special dinners

Lobster tails for $5 – delish.

Tok Pisin

There are no words which start with the letter C in Pidgin so here’s some reverse words.

Careful of crocodiles – lukautim long pukpuk

Church – haus lotu

Child – pikinini

 

4 thoughts on “Colonials and Clubs

  1. I am loving your memories. I still regret not taking the opportunity to do my practice teaching in New Guinea in 1970. I put it off until the next year, thinking I would do a third year but the lure of a paid job teaching was too much. It would have been a great experience.

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  2. Shorts and long socks were of course de rigueur amongst public servants and no doubt others in Australia. I still remember my grandfather, a cartographer in Canberra, wearing them.
    Your snapshots are very atmospheric.

    Like

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