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POCOCK Herbert David 1871
The South Eastern Times 3-11-1916
Miss Pollitt, who has been instructress of the commercial classes, in connection with the Mount Gambier School of Mines, for a considerable time,has sent in her resignation, on account of her going to England, where she is to assist in the making of munitions. Miss Pollitt will leave for England in January.
Miss Pollitt, who has been instructress of the commercial classes, in connection with the Mount Gambier School of Mines, for a considerable time,has sent in her resignation, on account of her going to England, where she is to assist in the making of munitions. Miss Pollitt will leave for England in January.
POLLARD Clifford William 1531
POLLOCK Israel 1329
POLLOCK James Watt 1901
POLLOCK John 28
POLLOCK William 1522
POLTI Giovanni 3338
POND Bertie Alfred James 3244
POND James Herbert 704
POOLE Arthur Ikin 2591
POOLE William Charles 1399
POOLE William Rix 878
POOLE William Robert
Born: Berrick, Victoria
Served in A.I.F. 1 year 44 days
Discharged: 26-2-1917, London, England
Taking up employment under the Ministry of Munitions, with effect from 26-2-1917
Born: Berrick, Victoria
Served in A.I.F. 1 year 44 days
Discharged: 26-2-1917, London, England
Taking up employment under the Ministry of Munitions, with effect from 26-2-1917
POOLEY Alfred James 757
POOLFORD Alfred 3541
POORE Percy 1136
POPE James Alexander 2627
POPE Thomas Arthur 103
PORTASS Arthur 2435
PORTER Albert George
PORTER George 104
PORTER James Henry 3191
Born: Grimsby, Lincolnshire
Enlisted: 21-81915, Enoggera, Queensland
Served A.I.F. for 1 year 364 days
Discharged from A.I.F. 13-12-1917
Born: Grimsby, Lincolnshire
Enlisted: 21-81915, Enoggera, Queensland
Served A.I.F. for 1 year 364 days
Discharged from A.I.F. 13-12-1917
PORTER William 382
POST Albert 2272
POTTER Albert Leopold 132
POTTER Leopold Arthur 3245
Born: London, England
Served A.I.F. for 3years
Aged 38years, Married with 3 children
Enrolled: Queensland
Left Australia 10-11-1917, Arrived Glasgow, Scotland 31-12-1917
Worked: Gothic Works, Edmonton - machinist
Returned to Australia & Discharged 31-3-1919
Discharge No: 2056
Born: London, England
Served A.I.F. for 3years
Aged 38years, Married with 3 children
Enrolled: Queensland
Left Australia 10-11-1917, Arrived Glasgow, Scotland 31-12-1917
Worked: Gothic Works, Edmonton - machinist
Returned to Australia & Discharged 31-3-1919
Discharge No: 2056
POTTER William 1997
POTTS John William 508
POULTER Albert 758
POULTER James 2274
Born: Sydney, New South Wales Married with 5 children Aged 42years Left Australia 2-3-1918 - Arrived England 13-5-1918 Worked: British Insulated Co., Skinningrove Died 18-1-1919, 36 Windsor Road, Stockton-on-Tees Resting Stockton-on-Tees (Oxbridge Lane) Cemetery, Stockton-on-Tees, England |
POULTON Francis George 2687
POULTON Thomas William 1133
POWELL Arthur
The Northam Advertiser (West Aust) 2-9-1916
On Monday next Mr. Arthur Powell, the well -known engineer and implement maker, will leave Northam en /route for England, where he purposes engaging in munition work. Mr. Powell has been a resident of the Northam district for the past 18 years, having, settled at - Grass Valley in 1898, and by his, exceptional skill as a mechanic, he soon built up a State reputation as a manufacturer of ploughs and other farming implements, and for many years his handicraft has been conspicuous at the various Shows. Hundreds of prizes have fallen to his credit, and for 20 years he was an exhibitor at the Northam Show.
Some nine years ago Mr. Powell disposed of his Grass Valley business and commenced operations in Northam and successfully conducted same until last week. For some considerable time he has realised that it was essential that all should do their "bit", for the Empire, and , he was too old to enlist in the A.I.F. he decided to do the next best thing, and take up munition work, and therefore proceeds to England to do his share. His eldest son, - Stanley, entered Blackboy Hill camp last week; Mr. Powell's many friends throughout the district will wish him all prosperity in his new sphere of labour, and a safe return home.
On Monday next Mr. Arthur Powell, the well -known engineer and implement maker, will leave Northam en /route for England, where he purposes engaging in munition work. Mr. Powell has been a resident of the Northam district for the past 18 years, having, settled at - Grass Valley in 1898, and by his, exceptional skill as a mechanic, he soon built up a State reputation as a manufacturer of ploughs and other farming implements, and for many years his handicraft has been conspicuous at the various Shows. Hundreds of prizes have fallen to his credit, and for 20 years he was an exhibitor at the Northam Show.
Some nine years ago Mr. Powell disposed of his Grass Valley business and commenced operations in Northam and successfully conducted same until last week. For some considerable time he has realised that it was essential that all should do their "bit", for the Empire, and , he was too old to enlist in the A.I.F. he decided to do the next best thing, and take up munition work, and therefore proceeds to England to do his share. His eldest son, - Stanley, entered Blackboy Hill camp last week; Mr. Powell's many friends throughout the district will wish him all prosperity in his new sphere of labour, and a safe return home.
The Northam Advertiser (West Aust.) 17-10-1917
Munition Worker's Experience
In a letter to a friend in Northam, Mr. Arthur Powell, the well known local engineer, who has been doing munition work in France and England
for some time past, relates some of his interesting experiences. He writes as follows : --
"I am steadily going on with war work at 60 and 70 hours a week, and if it was not for the cause I think I should get tired of it and come home, but I am going to stick at it as long as I can. I came here, for that purpose and will remain, if possible, to the end, whenever that will be. You must know I was three months in France on war work in connection with the B.E.F. in all the rigours of the winter, a winter which had not had its like for over sixty years; so you can imagine the sufferings entailed. I, like others, had to go through it, 70 hours a week for three months and no spells, Sundays included, in snow, sleet and ice continuously, and very often 20 and 22 degrees below zero, It was very trying. A good many men died ; men who were bred in England and used to a cold climate suffered more sometimes than If did. It was not very pleasant working and trudging in snow, from the moment you stepped out of the hut till you arrived back at night again. Sometimes it was that cold all pieces of timber were frozen together and we had to get wedges and sledge hammers to separate them. Any pieces of iron and nails would stick to the fingers, and when pulling them away the skin would come too. However, I have no space here to describe my life and doings there, but I might
state that during our work guns were roaring, shells were flying over head, and fragments very often striking someone down, but luckily I escaped, though I have had my share of risk, including, two duckings in the Somme river, which I cannot explain here without running against the Censor. The frozen and cold waters of the river gave me, I think, the worst blow of all. I have had shell shock and am nearly over that now, but it
will take me a long time to recover from the shock of immersion in the Somme. Acting on my already frost-bitten hands and feet, it was terrible
to bear sometimes. As it was the end of my term of agreement of three months, I left France and returned to England, and had to be idle for two
months before I could properly regain the use of my feet and hands. I don't think anyone would have recognised me on my return to England, as when I left for France I was over 15 stone, and I was not 12 stone when I returned, the cold and short rations being cause I am sure. I think all the
time I was in France I only laughed twice, and so would you if you had been there. One day a party of German prisoners were told off to do
certain unloading of timber from motor lorries, and a certain person was told off to supervise them. Two objected and refused to work and said, 'Ich vill nicht !' but moral persuasion backed up by the sight of a bayonet caused them to cry 'Ich vill,' and all went well thereafter. A very interest-
ing thing, is a point of a bayonet in your trousers, especially when you feel the point. Well, I laughed, midst ice and snow, until the tears' ran
down my face, and were immediately frozen into little lumps. The other occasion was in our hut, which contained 20 men, all civilians like my-
self, and some of the biggest black-guards the earth ever produced. One of them had been to a cafe and brought a bottle of rum back with
him, so before turning in he had a good drink and placed the bottle aside his bunk so that in the morning he could have a reviver. When
he awoke in the morning he got hold of the bottle and put it to his mouth for a good swig, when suddenly he gave a loud yell and sprang out of
his bunk, saying a snake was in the bottle and had bitten him. Of course we were all interested, and it turned out that during the night the rum
had frozen solid in the bottle and when putting it to his mouth the frozen neck-shaped part had slipped down into his mouth, about an inch
in length, hence his idea of a snake. So we all had a good laugh, and was the last inclination to laugh. I am very glad I have been in France.
I have seen for myself, and suffered there, and would go again if needs be. I have seen many towns in France which have been destroyed and their very silence tells a tale, of desolation and horror. I have no space here to tell you any more of interest in France, but I could sit down and
write for a month and then not finish it. During my stay in England there have been frequent air raids, doing more or less damage. You might
think some of my experiences are fairy tales, but I have been in raided houses and escaped unhurt, whilst on another occasion a bomb exploded in the street and a fragment made a hole in the leg of my trousers — which I am bringing home with me when I do come — and this morning (Sunday) about 8 o'clock, I was in bed reading the "Sunday Times" (local paper) when suddenly a roar of guns and bombs tore up the silence of the street, so I jumped up and put on my trousers. I thought if I were blown into the street I might as well have my trousers on, if only for decency sake. The great building shook like a cradle, and a glass of water - on my table began to shake about. I was four floors up, but until it is
officially announced I cannot state particulars, and you will have heard of it by cable ere you get this letter. So you will see my life in Lon-
don is fairly full of interest, and I have no time to become moody."
Munition Worker's Experience
In a letter to a friend in Northam, Mr. Arthur Powell, the well known local engineer, who has been doing munition work in France and England
for some time past, relates some of his interesting experiences. He writes as follows : --
"I am steadily going on with war work at 60 and 70 hours a week, and if it was not for the cause I think I should get tired of it and come home, but I am going to stick at it as long as I can. I came here, for that purpose and will remain, if possible, to the end, whenever that will be. You must know I was three months in France on war work in connection with the B.E.F. in all the rigours of the winter, a winter which had not had its like for over sixty years; so you can imagine the sufferings entailed. I, like others, had to go through it, 70 hours a week for three months and no spells, Sundays included, in snow, sleet and ice continuously, and very often 20 and 22 degrees below zero, It was very trying. A good many men died ; men who were bred in England and used to a cold climate suffered more sometimes than If did. It was not very pleasant working and trudging in snow, from the moment you stepped out of the hut till you arrived back at night again. Sometimes it was that cold all pieces of timber were frozen together and we had to get wedges and sledge hammers to separate them. Any pieces of iron and nails would stick to the fingers, and when pulling them away the skin would come too. However, I have no space here to describe my life and doings there, but I might
state that during our work guns were roaring, shells were flying over head, and fragments very often striking someone down, but luckily I escaped, though I have had my share of risk, including, two duckings in the Somme river, which I cannot explain here without running against the Censor. The frozen and cold waters of the river gave me, I think, the worst blow of all. I have had shell shock and am nearly over that now, but it
will take me a long time to recover from the shock of immersion in the Somme. Acting on my already frost-bitten hands and feet, it was terrible
to bear sometimes. As it was the end of my term of agreement of three months, I left France and returned to England, and had to be idle for two
months before I could properly regain the use of my feet and hands. I don't think anyone would have recognised me on my return to England, as when I left for France I was over 15 stone, and I was not 12 stone when I returned, the cold and short rations being cause I am sure. I think all the
time I was in France I only laughed twice, and so would you if you had been there. One day a party of German prisoners were told off to do
certain unloading of timber from motor lorries, and a certain person was told off to supervise them. Two objected and refused to work and said, 'Ich vill nicht !' but moral persuasion backed up by the sight of a bayonet caused them to cry 'Ich vill,' and all went well thereafter. A very interest-
ing thing, is a point of a bayonet in your trousers, especially when you feel the point. Well, I laughed, midst ice and snow, until the tears' ran
down my face, and were immediately frozen into little lumps. The other occasion was in our hut, which contained 20 men, all civilians like my-
self, and some of the biggest black-guards the earth ever produced. One of them had been to a cafe and brought a bottle of rum back with
him, so before turning in he had a good drink and placed the bottle aside his bunk so that in the morning he could have a reviver. When
he awoke in the morning he got hold of the bottle and put it to his mouth for a good swig, when suddenly he gave a loud yell and sprang out of
his bunk, saying a snake was in the bottle and had bitten him. Of course we were all interested, and it turned out that during the night the rum
had frozen solid in the bottle and when putting it to his mouth the frozen neck-shaped part had slipped down into his mouth, about an inch
in length, hence his idea of a snake. So we all had a good laugh, and was the last inclination to laugh. I am very glad I have been in France.
I have seen for myself, and suffered there, and would go again if needs be. I have seen many towns in France which have been destroyed and their very silence tells a tale, of desolation and horror. I have no space here to tell you any more of interest in France, but I could sit down and
write for a month and then not finish it. During my stay in England there have been frequent air raids, doing more or less damage. You might
think some of my experiences are fairy tales, but I have been in raided houses and escaped unhurt, whilst on another occasion a bomb exploded in the street and a fragment made a hole in the leg of my trousers — which I am bringing home with me when I do come — and this morning (Sunday) about 8 o'clock, I was in bed reading the "Sunday Times" (local paper) when suddenly a roar of guns and bombs tore up the silence of the street, so I jumped up and put on my trousers. I thought if I were blown into the street I might as well have my trousers on, if only for decency sake. The great building shook like a cradle, and a glass of water - on my table began to shake about. I was four floors up, but until it is
officially announced I cannot state particulars, and you will have heard of it by cable ere you get this letter. So you will see my life in Lon-
don is fairly full of interest, and I have no time to become moody."
POWELL Athol Roy 3484
POWELL Charles William Robert
POWELL Frederick John 597
POWELL Jabez Armiger 958
POWELL John William 705
Returned to Australia - Completion of Agreement on S.S. Eastern departing England 13-3-1919
Returned to Australia - Completion of Agreement on S.S. Eastern departing England 13-3-1919
POWELL Leonard Frank 1343
POWELL Richard 551
POWELL Walter John 4050
POWELL Walter Robert 2210
Born: Kangaroo Point, Brisbane, Queensland
Aged 23years, Single
Left Australia 13-4-1918, Arrived Liverpool, England 8-6-1918
Worked: Messrs Hill Richards New Aerodrome, Bicester
Embarked Tilbury 2-4-1919 for return to Australia
Born: Kangaroo Point, Brisbane, Queensland
Aged 23years, Single
Left Australia 13-4-1918, Arrived Liverpool, England 8-6-1918
Worked: Messrs Hill Richards New Aerodrome, Bicester
Embarked Tilbury 2-4-1919 for return to Australia
POWER Arthur Charles 100
POWER Henry George 276
Born: 1863, Lambeth, London, England Died 20-6-1919, Bassendean, Western Australia aged 56years Resting: Karrakatta Cemetery, Western Australia Sunday Times (Perth, W.A.) 22-6-1919 POWER.-At Base Hospital, Fremantle, Harry George, munition worker, beloved husband of Frances,father of Harry (America), Ernest (on active service), Bert and Stan (returned), Arthur (died of wounds), Grace and Daisy, Leonard and Roll, of Railway-crescent, Bayswater, formerly of Brentford, Middlesex. England, also Loco. Shops, Midland Junction. A Patient sufferer at rest. |
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POWER John Patrick 1398
POWER Michael James 233
POWNCEBY Henry James 706
POYITT David Gould 112
POYZER William Henry 133