Patricia Beverley Bennett

  General Notes:

Calvin Warby notes:
[I have filled this in as I am to be buried with my husband Keith Thomas EVANS when the time comes.] interred in Anglican - with second husband, probate in #, occupation Office Clerk/Family Historian. JUST A FEW OF MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES: I always remember the poor chicken squawking like mad as he was being chased in the backyard pen, almost as if he knew he was being caught, to be the Sunday roast. Then the chopping block his neck was stretched across by my father so my mother could chop his head off. I always remember one time in particular, as he was released, minus his head, he ran around the yard for a short period. What about the Rabbitto? - I hated rabbit and still do - and I wonder if it was because the rabbits dangled around the barrow covered with flies. Ugh! And of course the ice-man, carrying blocks of ice with what looked like a large pair of tongs with the pointed end forced into each end of the block. My principal memory of the ice-block on the front verandah was (I love sucking ice and still do); sucking it one morning and my young sister being funny pushed my head into the block. Next thing I remember is the block was covered with blood and I lost a tooth. Needless to say the block was washed down and put into the ice-chest to keep our food cold. For youngsters after our period of time, this was before the gas and electric refrigerator came into being. I remember my mother making ice-cream from the goat's milk that came from the goats we had in our back yard after we got our first refrigerator. Because our parents had a goat stud in the backyard, needless to say, we grew up with many kids (what you call baby goats). We reared many by hand; giving them bottles of milk like you would feed a baby. Consequently many became our playmates and we would dress them up with bonnets on their heads and take them for walks in our dolls pram. Many of the goats were pedigree and therefore were shown at all local agricultural shows, so us children went along with the kids and spent many happy hours wandering around the show grounds. The Postman came twice a day and once on Saturdays, walking with his large bag on his back blowing his tin whistle as he put your mail in your letter box. The milkman came daily with his horse drawn milk cart with his large silver milk cans on the back of the cart. You took your container to him and he measured out the quantity your required whether it be 1 pint or half.
And you can't forget the baker of the day. He also had a horse and cart with canvas flaps on the back of the cart supposedly covering the bread inside the cart. He then produced a large cane basket with covers on each end. He then filled his basket with bread and rolls and you chose which you wanted or went back to the cart with him and made your choice from the many layers of bread in the back of the cart. It was always so lovely and fresh and crisp. After I started school I remember we always ordered 1 High Top and one Square loaf. The square loaf, being for our sandwiches for school. I loved and still love the crusts. As my mother worked we were allowed to have a snack when we came home from school, mine being the crust from the square loaf. After a clout across the ears for eating the crust off the loaf, I always remembered that the crust did not mean all six sides of the bread. We must not forget the Prop Man. The Hills Hoist was not always around. Before this period in time our line was made up of two T pieces of timber across the backyard with 2 to 4 strands of wire spread between. As you can image the wire would sag in the middle so you needed props to hold up the line. The props would be young trees with a fork at the top (not an eating fork), which you would put under the line and lift the wire. Our Prop Man was a darling old bushy with a large flowing beard and would ride his horse and small dray down the street calling out, "props, props for sale", and was always so melodiously sung. And what about stoking the copper (before the washing machine) for the weekly wash? Pushing down the sheets as they boiled, with a stick called the 'copper stick'. Then lifting the boiled linen out with the copper stick into the double concrete tubs to be rinsed, first in clean water and then in the 'bluo' water and then hand rung before being put onto the line stretching across the backyard. One game we would play when the clothes were on the line, was to run underneath the sheets as the wind blew them from side to side to see if we could get through without touching the sheets as we played cowboys and indians. Then as time progressed we had a magic little gizmo called a hand wringer. It was attached in the centre of the two rinse tubs and you physically put the clothes between the two rollers and then cranked the handle round and round. I learnt very quickly to fold the buttons in, otherwise I had to sit and sew many buttons back on as they had popped off going through the wringer. Then give a thought to who ever had to mow the lawns. It was before the days of 'Victa' and the old mower was a set of blades between two wheels, which tumbled around. You then had to put elbow power into pushing it around, forward and backward, forward and backward, and only the very rich could afford to have a canvas catcher at the rear. This was then followed, by raking, raking and more raking. Before videos and DVD's were invented we used to have the radio to listen to. Then one day this magic little box on four legs appeared in our local store windows. We were bathed, dressed in our nightwear and taken up the street to sit in front of the store window, along with just about everyone from the neighborhood, to watch this box come to life, showing us those moving black & white pictures. This was the invent of television. As a child you would wonder how did all those people fit into the little box? Sounds stupid now, doesn't it? Santa Clause came to our house every Christmas Eve (along with the rest of the world). We would all go to bed very early after we had placed some water for the reindeers & Santa and hung our pillow slips at the end of our bed. This was for Santa to fill with his special gifts. We were so lucky as we always got one special gift, just for us, which was probably our older sister's bike or pram, cleaned up and repainted, but we didn't care. We always got a new set of clothes, lollies, christmas stocking, a few small games such as Jacks. We also used to get special christmas fruit such as cherries, which was a special treat. I remember one year, those cherries were so special as they were joined together, and I wore them over my ears as earrings - pretty special! Another very special time for our generation was bonfire / cracker night. This was to celebrate the King/Queen's birthday and we built huge bonfires in the bush behind our house, which took us weeks to build from anything we could collect. Anyone in the neighborhood could add their garden waste or rubbish, as long as it would burn. It nearly always had a car tyre or two in it, and a scarecrow (of type) on the top. We used to save up and buy crackers for the night. Tom Thumbs, spinning wheels, sky rockets and so much more. The neighborhood would gather around when it was lit and a fabulous time was had by all. After the fire had died down we would throw potatoes into the ashes, and those cooked potatoes never tasted so good.
Today's children cannot even walk anywhere unless they have their mobile phone attached to their ear. I remember when we first got our big black telephone that sat on a special little table, in the lounge room, designed just for it. They were NOT for children to play with - or else! Some of the other everyday memories are; playing hide and seek, the corner shop, hopscotch, billy carts, cricket in front of the tin garbage bin on the road, skipping, handstands, footy on the best lawn in the street, hula hoops and pogo sticks. Then there was always, after rain, stepping in enormous puddles, mud pies and building dams in the gutter. When 6d. (5 cents) worth of lollies was a meal and smoking fags (they were lollies) was really cool. Around the corner seemed far away, going into town seemed like going somewhere special. Playing cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, riding bikes, catching tadpoles, drawing all over the road with chalk. Climbing trees and building cubby houses with anything you could find lying around. Walking to school, no matter what the weather. Running till you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on the bed and having pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy until you fell over in a fit of giggles. Pegs, on the spokes of your bike, to make a hell of a noise. Remember when there were only two types of sneakers (sport shoes) - girls and boys and the only time you wore them was for sports day. When nearly everyone's Mum was at home, when kids came home from school. It was magic to see that very special smiling face rather than a babysitter or a key to let yourself in. It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner and it was a meal, not just a bun at the local McDonald's. Going down to the little corner shop and buy a small brown bag of broken biscuits to either, eat yourself or feed all the animals. Some of my very special memories were spent with my cousins and aunts as I had many a holiday with all of them. My Nanna Wallis used to take me for many a holiday up to Hollydeen via Denman NSW as this was where my aunty Ena, uncle Roy and cousin Colin lived on a huge property. We had many very special times, such as swimming in the river beside the property, bringing in the cattle to be milked, hanging up bunches of onions in the huge storage barn, feeding and riding the horses, riding on the back of the tractor, chasing Goannas and watching them scuttle up the huge trees, without any fear. We all knew the meaning of PLEASE and THANK YOU. Not just to say the words to get more. Sunday was the day we all dressed up and went visiting our relatives. We all grew up, playing with our cousins and knew everyone of our aunts and uncles and if we didn't see them for a couple of weeks always wondered if they were dead because it was so unusual not to see them. And to us kids, in those days, people only went away if they had died. I think the greatest times of the good old days, which built us into better human beings, was when ANY parent could discipline ANY child, or feed them or use him/her to carry groceries and NOBODY, not even the child, thought a thing about it. When being sent to the Principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited us kids when we got home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc as it is now (2002). Our parents were a much bigger threat ! And some of us are still afraid of them ! ! Afterwards one way or another, this was always followed up with a great big hug from your great big buxom grandmother. At the time of this writing I am 60 years old and can still remember those wonderful big warm boobs my grandmother used to smother me in when I got one of her big magical special cuddles. These are just a few of the things I remember growing up and still miss so many of them. They really were THE GOOD OLD DAYS. We were FREE and CAREFREE. Written by Patricia Beverley Evans nee: Bennett - born 1942 MY LITTLE BOTTRELL HOME. Number 30 McGregor Close is what I affectionately call my "Bottrell Home". This is a little two bedroom brick and tile home that I built in 1991 in the suburb of Toormina NSW, which is a subdivision of Sawtell, just south of Coffs Harbour on the mid north coast of New South Wales. It is at this address that I have sat for hours on end at an old typewriter, then a computer, doing my families history. The family that gives my home the name is the BOTTRELL family, which arrived from Cornwall England in 1855. I first started to do my father's family, as BENNETT was my maiden name. I quickly found that there was not very much Australian history with this family, as James BENNETT was a new comer to this land, via Moreton Bay QLD in 1873. He also was an immigrant from Cornwall ENG. I then went to the next step, which was to trace the origins of his wife and my great grandmother, Elizabeth Ann BOTTRELL. James and Elizabeth Ann were to become Mr & Mrs James BENNETT at a place called Sugarloaf QLD. This was a town of considerable size in 1875 when they tied the knot. Today nothing exists of this town except a sign- post telling you that Sugarloaf is down this road so many KLM's. This promising Tin mining town was a couple of miles over the border from the New South Wales town of Amosfield on the road to Stanthorpe QLD. From the moment that I started to research this family I felt a strong urge to find every thing that I could. I can't explain the tie that I felt, but it was there, so I started the long journey of tracing the history of the BOTTRELL family from Sugarloaf QLD back to Sennen in Cornwall, England, a span of 200 years. I then added, to the descendant chart until I got to my grandchildren. This then made over 300 years of my family history. This family became very personal to me and I felt I got to know so many of our ancestors even though they had passed on many years before I was even born. During my research, I came to know them as a very loving, caring and close family circle, as the stories throughout the BOTTRELL book will confirm. The first bit of history that went into my own home was the "BOTTRELL BRICK". I had driven to Brisbane to pick up my father and take him down to Stanthorpe QLD in search of some of his history. I had a contact, only known to me through the mail, by the name of John EDWARDS. John has now passed on and I miss his friendship very much. After finding the home of John, and luckily finding him at home, my father and I were treated to an afternoon of the typical BOTTRELL friendship. John also had some wonderful photos that he willingly shared with me to have copied. One of these photos was the home of Thomas BOTTRELL and Sarah SEAMAN of Amosfield NSW. After a great deal of detective work, and a very informative conversation with a very obliging postman, I found out that the home from Amosfield had been bought and transported to Stanthorpe QLD to be restored. Once again the detective work started and I found where the house was now standing. My father and I were so excited, as we had not expected such a find. We had to work quickly, as we had only intended to be in Stanthorpe for the day. After a quick phone call to my mother to let her know we wouldn't be home till very late that night, my father and I set out for the old Bottrell home, armed with the old photograph that John had lent us. It was a magic feeling when we drove up the drive way and there it was, just sitting there, and it was coming back to life. We were lucky enough to be able to walk through the old home. Then beside the home was the restorer's rubbish pile. This had all the bits and pieces that weren't any good for the restoration. This included a few broken bricks from the old chimneys. I sorted through this rubble and picked out the best, which still had the brand name in tact. The brand name being, "S. BROS. WARWICK".
I safely got my father home to Brisbane, very late that night. After a couple of weeks with my parents, I then traveled home to my old home to start the hard work of owner building my new little home. I said as a joke to a friend that I had the first brick for the house, but then it didn't seem to be such a joke. I thought, why couldn't I have it built into the house somewhere. So for awhile it was very carefully stored away. When it came time for the brickie to lay the bricks in my new home, I asked him if he could put the brick in somewhere - he was fantastic. After I told him the history he very carefully cut the brick and recessed it into the wall as a feature at my front door. This then made me curious as to the history of the bricks beginnings. My first step was to write to the Warwick City Council, QLD. They then passed it onto the local historical society. In October 1992 I received a letter with the history of my "BOTTRELL BRICK". "The brand 'S Bros. Warwick' was used during the period 1890-1900 by brothers Andres and Conrad Schnitzerling, brickmakers of Warwick - their brickworks were located near the junction of Bracker's and Rosenthal Creeks, at the south-eastern boundary of Warwick QLD. The works were established by the Schnitzerling family who emigrated from Germany in 1853, and became pioneer settlers in the Warwick district. It is interesting to note that family descendants continue to operate the brickworks, and when I visited Mr. Schnitzerling this week, he was interested to learn of your enquiry. In spite of advancing years, he still assists in the operation of the brickworks. Their bricks have always been manufactured in the Warwick area, and distributed from the works. Records are not available to indicate whether a consignment was forwarded for use in the building at Amosfield, or collected, but we would be grateful if you could provide information for our Historical Society records and Mr Schnitzerling's interest -" I replied to the request, also adding, "considering the time the brick was made, the distance it would have travelled, the age at the time of dismantling, and then to be built again into my home almost 100 years later, I think that Mr Schnitzerling should be very proud of his forefathers. A job, well done, and made to last. I wonder if the bricks that surround my 'S.Bros' brick will still be standing in 100 years!" This was the beginning of my 'BOTTRELL' home. With a lot of help from a very close, wonderful friend, by the name of Pam SMITH [I'm glad I am not doing her family history], I moved into my little home on Anzac Day - 25th April 1991. I then set out to find a name for it. It seemed to be very obvious that it had to be related to the BOTTRELL family. I thought of "Broadmeadows", which was the name that Thomas and Sarah BOTTRELL had given the home at Amosfield, but it didn't fit my little cottage sitting on a suburban block, so I kept thinking. One morning at 2.30am when I couldn't sleep it became very clear, my home was to be called "SUNNY CORNER". The reasons being, I had been told for years that Granny BENNETT [Elizabeth Ann BOTTRELL] believed that she had been born at a place called Sunny Corner near Sofala. Some of the Bottrell's were born at Sunny Corner, but not our Granny Bennett. She was born on a bend of the Turon River, called Poorman's Point where her parents were gold mining. This is indeed near Sofala NSW.
Granny BENNETT's eldest sister, Sarah Jane had been born on the voyage from England. Her actual birth date has never been verified by records but has been stated on other records that she was born at the Cape of Good Hope - South Africa. She obviously had been born on board the ship "BERMONDSEY" whilst it had called into the port at 'The Cape' to replenish their supply of fresh fruit and fresh water. Then the next child was born to Thomas Reynolds BOTTRELL and his wife Margaret SEMMONS, after they had joined Christopher BOTTRELL and his wife Margery REYNOLDS [parents of Thomas Reynolds Bottrell], and had traveled by foot and bullock wagon to the gold fields of Sofala NSW. This child was named Elizabeth BOTTRELL and she was born at Poorman's Point NSW, her date of birth being 4th January 1857. Like so many babies born in this period, she did not survive. Little baby Elizabeth at the age of 6 months, on the 22nd June 1857, died of thrush and was buried at the Christ Church, Sofala, 2 days later. Then on the 30th January 1858 at Poorman's Point another little baby girl was born to Thomas Reynolds and Margaret BOTTRELL. She was named Elizabeth Ann. This probably seems strange to us to name another child after a dead child, but this was a very common practice, as this enabled the grieving parents to pretend that the previous child had not died. This was very obviously the case here, as Elizabeth Ann [Granny Bennett] always believed her birthday to be in January 1857, and recorded as such in the BENNETT family bible. Thomas Reynolds and Margaret were to have another nine children. Now back to "Sunny Corner". After my decision to name my home, I ordered the timber frame and went back to researching the BOTTRELL family history. Two things happened that I believe confirmed I had made the right choice. I was looking at a very detailed map of Cornwall ENG. to establish the places where the early BOTTRELL families had lived. Within a mile of the township of Sennen, on the Sennen Cove, there is a little village called Sunny Corner. Then I was given a collection of old black and white negatives, by my parents. One by one I was having them developed. One of them turned out to be a snap of the front veranda of the home of Granny Bennett with all the family gathered on the steps. This was the last home of Granny and was at Curl Curl, Sydney NSW. There was a brass plaque with the name "SUNNY CORNER" on it. This definitely confirmed my choice. Then about 6 weeks ago the post lady called with a parcel and made the comment that I had named my home correctly, as it always has the sun on it. I thought about what she had said. I will leave it up to you to judge; my home is in the corner of a cul-de-sac and faces north, so the sun is always on the front of the house! Then, at the reunion held at Tingha in 1992, the old slab home of Thomas Hugh and Ella Elizabeth BOTTRELL, at the rear of the home of Ella and Colin HANNAM in Tingha NSW, was pulled down and we were told we could take a piece of memorabilia. I decided to do something a little different. As I was in a new home and I love gardening, which I was still establishing, I decided to gather up some of the old BOTTRELL garden. I came home with a car load of every different bulb that was in the garden and had been planted at some time by both families of Thomas Hugh BOTTRELL and his parents, Christopher BOTTRELL and Catherine Margaret PATERSON. I now have a beautiful garden full of bulbs and when they flower I can't help but remember every name associated with the BOTTRELL CLAN, which inspired me to call my home, My Little 'Bottrell' Home! Written by Patricia Beverley EVANS nee: BENNETT.

  Noted events in her life were:

• source. ⁴²³ Lynette Huddleston's ANCESTRY links to me are as follows:
Lynette Huddleston (1951) was partners with Tony Wornell (1949)
They had Deborah Wornell (1968) who married Steven Johnson (1964)
His father was Allan Johnson (1939) who married Patricia Bennett (1942)
Her father was Trevlyn Bennett (1910)
His father was Henry Bennett (1882) who married Margaret Warby (1886)
Her father was James Warby (1857) & he also had Margaret Warby (1886) who married Henry Bennett (1882)
His father was James Bennett (1852) who married Elizabeth Botterell (1858)
Her father was Thomas Botterell (1834) & he also had Sarah Botterell (1855) who married James Sutton (1842)
They had Margaret Sutton (1877) who married Edwin Denman (1866)
They had Edward Denman (1901)
He had Gwenneth Denman (1929) who married George Beedon
They had Alan Beedon (1956) who married Jann Nock (1956)
Her father was John Nock (1908) who married Amy Whaites (1913)
Her father was Hurtle Whaites (1886) & he also had William Whaites (1915) who married Doris Davies (1917)
Her father was Thomas Davies (1881)
His father was Joseph Davies (1852) & he also had George Arthur Davies (1894)
He had Colin Davies (1925)
He had me - Robyn Bray (nee Davies) (1950)

Lynette Huddleston's links to Robert are as follows:
Lynette Huddleston (1951) was partners with Toy Wornell (1949)
They had Deborah Wornell (1968) who married Steven Johnson (1964)
His father was Allan Johnson (1939) who married Patricia Bennett (1942)
Her father was Trevlyn Bennett (1910)
His father was Henry Bennett (1882) who married Margaret Warby (1886)
Her father was James Warby (1857)
His father was William Warby (1814)
His father was James Warby (who died in 1858) & he also had James Warby (1822) who married Mary Blanch (1853)
Her father was Edward Blanch (1787) & he also had Elizabeth Blanch (1821) who married William Amos (1815)
They had Jane Amos (1854) who married James Bryant (1856)
They had Frederick Bryant (1893) who married Emma Pearson (1892)
Her father was George Pearson (1848) who married Naomi Dawes (1852)
Her father was Edward Dawes (1813) & he also had James Dawes (1843)
He had Annie Florence Dawes (1873) who married Arthur Augustus Bray (1869)
He had Albert Alan Bray (1896)
He had Robert Alfred Bray (1920)
He had Robert Arthur Bray (1947) who married me - Robyn Bray (nee Davies) (1950)

Lynette Huddleston's links to Les are as follows:
Lynette Huddleston (1951) was partners with Tony Wornell (1949)
They had Deborah Wornell (1968) who married Steven Johnson (1964)
His father was Allan Johnson (1939) who married Patricia Bennett (1942)
Her father was Trevlyn Bennett (1910)
His father was Henry Bennett (1882) who married Margaret Warby (1886)
Her father was James Warby (1857)
His father was William Warby (1814)
His father was James Warby (1785 & he also had James Warby (1822) who married Mary Blanch (1853)
Her father was Edward Blanch (1787) & he also had Elizabeth Blanch (1821) who married William Amos (1815)
They had Jane Amos (1854) who married James Bryant (1856)
They had Frederick Bryant (1893) who married Emma Pearson (1892)
Her father was George Pearson (1848) who married Naomi Dawes (1852)
His father was James Pearson (1813) & he also had Sarah Pearson (1838) who married William Gregory (1840)
They had William Gregory (1863)
He had Henry Gregory (1898) who married Bernice Nosworthy (1897)
Her father was Benjamin Nosworthy (1872) who married Matilda Williams (1869)
Her father was George Williams (who died in 1899) & he also had James Williams (1875) who married Emily Huon (1877)
Her father was Paul Huon (1799) who married Jane Brien (1811)
Her father was Daniel Brien (1769) & he also had Sarah Brien (1825) who married Benjamin Warby (1825)
His father was also Benjamin Warby (1805)
His father was John Warby & he also had Elizabeth Warby (1802)
She had Eleanor Layton (1821) who married James Keighran (1808)
She had John Joseph Keighran (1845)
He had Joseph William Keighran (1879)
He had Leslie William Keighran (1904)


He had Mary Keighran (1927)
She had Les Collins (1950) who married me Robyn Bray (nee Davies) (1950)

Lynette Huddleston's other connection to me is as follows:
Lynette Huddleston (1951) partnered with ? Elliott (1950)
His father was Sydney Elliott (1918)
His father was Richard Elliott (1881)
His father was Robert Elliott (1855) & he also had Catherine Elliott (1870) who married James Yeend (1866)
His father was Benjamin Yeend (1845) who married Harriet Deering (1845)
Her father was Richard Dearing (1818) who married Malvina Luttrell (1825)
Her father was Edgar Luttrell (1800)
His father was Edgar Luttrell (1756) & he also had Alfred Luttrell (1792)
He had Edward Luttrell (1816)
He had Augusta Luttrell (1849) who married Walter Lovell (1842)
They had Ernest Lovell (1878)
He had Evie Lovell (1927) who married Albert Machin (1921)
His father was Albert Machin (1885)
His father was Levi Machin (1863)
His father was Thomas Machin (1836)
His father was Levi Machin (1796) who married Hannah Lydall (1798)
Her father was Joseph Lydall (1770) & he also had Joseph Lydall (1801) who married Ann Wilkins (1801)
They had James Lydall (1839)
He had Joseph Lydall (1861)
He had Gladys Lydall (1896) who married George Meacham (1894)
They had George Meacham (1920)
He had Gladys Meacham (1943) who married Alan Croft (1943)
His father was Albert Croft (1900)
His father was Albert Croft (1874)
His father was Albert Croft (1845)
His father was James Croft (1801)
His father was Matthew Croft (1741)
His father was John Croft (1706) & he also had Thomas Croft (1736)
He had Matthew Croft (1793)
He had Ann Croft (1834) who married Thomas Bell (1833)
They had Elizabeth Bell (1860) who married Thomas Atkinson (1859)
They had Martha Atkinson (1891) who married Septimus Hunter (1888)
They had Elizabeth Hunter (1916) who married George Heptinstall (1911)
His father was Alan Heptinstall (1877) who married Harriet Evans (1881)
Her father was William Evans (1845)
His father was John Evans (1825) & he also had Josiah Evans (1851) who married Mary Davies (1848)
Her father was Thomas Davis (c1805) & he also had Joseph Davies (1852)
He had G. A. Davies (1894)
He had Colin Davies (1925)
He had me - Robyn Bray (nee Davies) (1950)

Patricia married Allan Raymond Johnson, son of Allan James Johnson and Mabel Frances Jones, on 19 Dec 1959 in St Andrews Anglican, Lakemba, Sydney, NSW Australia. (Allan Raymond Johnson was born on 9 Jul 1939 in Sydney, NSW Australia, died on 29 May 2001 in Coffs Harbour, NSW Australia and was buried on 1 Jun 2001 in Hogben Drive crematorium, Coffs Harbour, NSW Australia.)

Patricia next married Keith Thomas Evans on 23 Dec 1978 in Brisbane, Queensland Australia. (Keith Thomas Evans was born on 6 Sep 1930 in Fairfield, Sydney, NSW Australia, died on 22 Jun 1973 in Coffs Harbour, NSW Australia and was buried on 24 Jun 1973 in Coffs Harbour Historical Cemetery, NSW Australia.)