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John Gryphon

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Por bastards,I remember reading of this tragedy at the time.

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Tragedy of the Birdsville Track
In 1959 after waiting for three years for their application to become Ten Pound Poms, the Page family, left their home in Shadoxhurst, Kent, England and set sail aboard the liner Orion, destined for Australia, and Adelaide to start a new life which the family had dreamed of.
The Page family were Ernie and Emma and their four children Robert, Douglas, Gordon and their only daughter Judy along with Judy’s fiancé John Pilcher . Not long after arriving in Australia Judy and John were married and settled in Adelaide where they raised their children.
Within twelve months of arriving in Australia, Ernie, along with his wife, Robert, Douglas and Gordon shifted to Outback South Australia and settled at Marree with his young family where he worked as a mechanic.
It was well know that Ernie was hot headed and after a run in with his boss, in late December 1963, Ernie and Emma, both 45 along with Douglas aged 12 and Gordon aged 10, set off to start another new life in Birdsville or ever further north in Queensland in their 1957 V8 Ford Customline. car. Along the Birdsville Track near Etadunna Station they caught up with their eldest son Robert, who was heading south to Marree, but was unaware that his family were heading to Queensland. Robert put his swag in the family’s trailer and this was the last time the family were ever seen alive.
Continuing to drive during the night, Ernie unfortunately took a wrong turn on a well used track that was used by the French Mining Survey Company who were working in the area as well as the Bureau of Mineral Resources who were also surveying in the area.
Running out of fuel, Enrie made the fatal mistake of leaving the vehicle and the family set off on foot. What happened in those final fatal days will never be know with the bodies or Ernie and Emma found huddled together as if they were in bed under a tree along with Gordon, while Douglas was found a few feet away out in the open.
Sadly, the body of their eldest son Robert, was not found until the next day as a short distance away to the west on Deadman’s Sandhill where they presume Robert had set off trying to walk to Clifton Hills Station to get help. The Coroner’s report stated that the family would have most likely passed away on Boxing Day 1963 from thirst.
At 4pm on New Year’s Eve 1963 in 50° heat the four bodies were found and the next morning a family grave was being dug, when Aboriginal Trackers notices tracks heading west where they found the body of Robert.
A frontend loader was driven down from Birdsville to excavate a large grave where the family was buried with a Roman Catholic service and the grave was marked by a circle of rocks, and later a simple metal cross. In 2010, The Page’s grandchildren visited the site for the first time and placed a new plaque at the site.
Rest In Peace
Source & Image Acknowledgment: Stephen Langman
 
That's a fair old trek that they were making. Unfortunately similar stories were not rare at that time.

We were ten pound poms in the 60's and my dad had a Ford Customline and we made some fairly long overland journeys. He always swore that it was the best bloody car that he had ever owned. We would still be in Australia if my father had his way despite things being pretty basic in Oz at that time, but mother was homesick and made us come back to the U.K. after only a couple of years. I'm really still a new Australian at heart it must have been something to do with the school system installing Australian pride in you.
Before emigrating my father promised me that I could have a horse to get to school, and down in Victoria at that time you did see kids riding to school out in the bush country. My father was a lying beggar because I never did get my horse to ride to school.
 
There is a similar loss of life, failing to stay with the largest object visible from the air, and a faulty flight plan, regarding a USAAF Liberator in Northern Territory JG.

This one? An goodness doesn't Major Hiddins look young!

 
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We would still be in Australia if my father had his way
One of our members still laments not making 'the decision' many years ago. I keep advising "theres still time lol"
because I never did get my horse to ride to school.
I rode a horse to my job every day as a kid in my teens and it certainly beat pushing the old 'treadly' or on shanks.
failing to stay with the largest object visible from the air,
Young fella in Qld vanished off the planet with nary a trace yet several years after (2?) they found his skeleton by his Suzuki...one ****wit suggested that "he didn't even drink the radiator water" yeah right as if that was gonna keep him good for two years. I reckon that if stuck with no chance and you can hear/see searching aircraft that the go is to set fire to the spare tyre or all of them one by one.
 
I reckon that if stuck with no chance and you can hear/see searching aircraft that the go is to set fire to the spare tyre or all of them one by one.
That's the problem. Too many non-smokers and the thing that could save you...the means to make fire and with it smoke...and you've everything to burn all around and with neither matches nor cigarette light nothing to light with if you can't arc the battery to get a spark to some oily or fuel soaked rags. Modern European cars don't even now have the in car lighter thing. Just the socket for it and a cover labelled as a power outlet.
 
That's the problem. Too many non-smokers and the thing that could save you...the means to make fire and with it smoke...and you've everything to burn all around and with neither matches nor cigarette light nothing to light with if you can't arc the battery to get a spark to some oily or fuel soaked rags. Modern European cars don't even now have the in car lighter thing. Just the socket for it and a cover labelled as a power outlet.
AND don't forget about ripping the mirrors off as a real signal device.
 
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