As was looking through the names I came across Thea Sturk, Iwas flabber gasted a I lived also on King Street Moe I was friends with Thea's sister Christine and still and friends with her cousin Pieter and Gea - Morwell. As well as Rita Smeele she lived next door to Thea, and yes we were all awere of the story about you mam and dad.We were all camp Bonegilla, my dad Simon Cras took some of the men and went to Moe, where he succered housing for a lot of the Dutch Immigrants, we used to have several boarders in our house , my dad got them jobs at the SEC, and when he was not worrking his shift work , my mam would cook big pots of food and my dad and his friend would drive to the camp and feed the dutch emmigrats , for all the good work he did for the dutch emmigrants he was rewarded by Queen Julliana with a Medal of Knight hood. My dad started the dutch soccer club, as well as the social club, later we moved to Morwell where he opened in his spare time a social dance studio, my dad passed away in Yallourn hospital from an anurism at age 44, he is burried in Hazelwood Cemetary, there were so many Dutch and Australian and Italian mourners there it was a tribute to this good man.
On the jvo he also organized a dance competion where he and my mam won the trophy, I still have the photo. My memory from camp Bonegilla was the terrble food, maggets in the cheese ect. Thea, brother and a bunch of us kids would steal food from the other sections of european migrants , we even raided the ministers watermelon patch, unfortunately my brother nannot comferm this as he also has passed away as well as my mother.
We were very happy in Australia and I became a citizens. If you want to e-mail me , you may do so.
Also the story regarding the voyage, we had a fam cabin, on 1st deck, yes we had to go to the childrens deck. how ever we would go in 1 gate and hop over at the other end, and go play quarts with the older teenagers, one time i went swimming and nearly drowned as the ship lurched from side to side finally a stewart threw me a boewie, took me to my parents and i got the biggest whipping, i'll never forget that. the other thing that happened was a young man threw himself overboard andthe lifeboat got him back on board , we had a window in our cabin so we could see it all. Going thru the red sea we had a lot of bad weather. going thu the suez canal was fasinating , how ever we did have some merchants on board but the women and children did not have to hide because of the uprising, we all went on land and spent most of the day visiting the various moskques ect, As well as the next port of call. hen we arrived in Freemantle it was a vert hot day all the shops were closed, finally my dad was able to rouse a barkeep to get us some drinks, Melbourbe was a disaster we had to wait for hours before the train came to take us to the camp, I was the only 12 year old that spoke both french and englis my dad spoke german, the train system was that of a cattle train, we arivved at Albury, boarded the bus to the camp, where again we had to stand in the heat for our assigned huts they were pretty good as they had been army huts. well i can go on and on, but this only part of my story, am writing a book and hope to be publised.