( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Deepest condolences to Steve’s wife, Marie, and to Steve’s family and friends.
Obituary
REST IN PEACE
Funeral Service Details
Family and friends of STEVEN are warmly invited to attend his Funeral Service to be held in the North Chapel of Pinegrove Crematorium, Pinegrove Memorial Park, Kington Street, Minchinbury on Tuesday, 19 April 2022 commencing at 1.00 pm.
Please meet at the Chapel.
Date:Tuesday, 19 April 2022
Time:1:00 pm
Venue:North Chapel
Address:Pinegrove Memorial Park, Kington Street, Minchinbury NSW, Australia
Steve also played a few 1st Grade games for Penrith rugby league club during the time that the team wore brown and white vertical stripes.
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
7 April 2022
Denis Godfrey DRIVER
| 07/04/2022
Denis Godfrey DRIVER
AKA ?
Late of ?
Husband to Doreen DRIVER who predeceased Denis on the 20 January 2015
“possible” relation in ‘the job’:
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Class # 082
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 9605
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy on Monday 29 February 1960 ( aged 20 years, 11 months, 11 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed Monday 4 April 1960 ( aged 21 years, 0 months, 17 days )
Constable – appointed 29 February 1960
Constable 1st Class – appointed 1 March 1966
Detective – appointed ? ? ? ( YES )
Senior Constable – appointed 1 March 1970
Leading Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ? ( N/A )
Sergeant 3rd Class – appointed 29 November 1975
Sergeant 2nd Class – appointed 20 February 1983 ( Seniority date should have been 23 January 1983 )
Sergeant 1st Class – appointed 26 January 1987
Final Rank: = Detective Senior Sergeant
Stations: ?, South Coast District ( 1968 ), Det SenCon ( South Coast District Detectives )( 1971 ), Warilla Dets, Pt Kembla Dets ( 1980s ), Merrylands Dets ( 26 Division )( c1988 ), ?, OIC – Albury Detectives ( DetSgt )( early 1990s ), ?, St Marys – Retirement
Service: From? pre Feb 1960? ?to5 April 1994 = 34 years Service
Retirement / Leaving age: = 55 years, 0 months, 18 days
Time in Retirement from Police: 27 years, 11 months, 13 days
Awards: National Medal – granted 22 September 1987 ( Det Sgt 2/c )
1st Clasp to National Medal – granted 22 September 1987 ( Det Sgt 2/c )
2nd Clasp to National Medal – granted 16 October 1998 ( Det Sgt 2/c )
Born: Saturday 18 March 1939
Died on: Friday 18 March 2022 peacefully in his sleep
Age: 83 years, 0 months, 0 days ( died on his 83rd birthday )
Organ Donor: Y / N / ?
Cause: ?
Event location: ?
Event date: ?
Funeral date: Monday 4 April 2022 @ 10.15am
Funeral location: North Chapel, Northern Suburbs Memorial Gardens, Delhi Rd, North Ryde, NSW
Wake location: the Ranch Hotel, cnr Epping Rd & Herring Rd, North Ryde, NSW
Wake date: Monday 4 April 2022 after Service
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: Ian J Arthur Funerals
Buried at: Cremated
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
DENIS is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Family and friends of Denis are warmly invited to attend his Funeral Service to beheld in the North Chapel, Northern Suburbs Crematorium, Delhi Road North Ryde on Monday 4th April, at 10:15am.
Ian J. Arthur & Sons
Funeral Directors
1800 45 44 22
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
30 March 2022
Gary John PEACOCK
| 07/04/2022
Gary John PEACOCK
AKA Gary Peacock, Feathers, Have a Chat
Late of ?
“possible” relation in ‘the job’:
George Ernest PEACOCK, NSW Police Cadet # 0175, Regd # 4550 ( R.I.P. )
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: ? TBA
Buried at: ? TBA
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
Feathers is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Deepest condolences to his son Daniel, family and friends.
Friends, Janice Bush Betts, Feathers & Alan Farlow – 2016
Feathers on the orange bike coming down the Barenjoey Mountain, Kangaroo Valley, NSW
Feathers on the orange bike coming down the Barenjoey Mountain, Kangaroo Valley, NSW
Gary Peacock & Ron Judd on Finns Rd, Douglas Park, NSW.
Gary J PEACOCK ( Orange bike ) & Ron JUDD riding up Bulli Pass, NSW on 7 May 2014.
Friends; Elena Dania Pusceddu, Feathers & Janice Bush Betts – 20 March 2016 at Bilpin, NSW.
Tucking into a pie at Bargo Pie Shop ( NSW ) on the way home. Friends Angelo DeCelis, Feathers & Elena Dania Pusceddu – 20 March 2016
Feathers and Ron Judd at Oran Park Cafe, NSW – 17 May 2014. It was too much for Ron this morning at Oran Park Cafe. Feathers was so loud poor Ronny had to get an improvised ear plug.
Gary Peacock ( standing ) with Russell Paterson at Boorowa Hotel, NSW, – 22 November 2017 Another prestigious award presented at our overnighter.
Feathers at Wests Leagues Club, Leumeah, NSW on 6 December 2016 for a Coffee Crunch catchup.
Feathers at Wests Leagues Club, Leumeah, NSW on 6 December 2016 for a Coffee Crunch catchup.
Ron JUDD visiting Gary PEACOCK in hospital
Class 132 of 1972 at Redfern Police Academy. Sworn In on 11 September 1972.
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
30 March 2022
Bruce Charles WILLIAMS
| 07/04/2022
Bruce Charles WILLIAMS
AKA Bruce Williams, Stumpy, Stumpy Williams
Late of Campelltown, NSW
“possible” relation in ‘the job’: NO
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Started with Class # 126 and Completed with Class # 138
NSW Police Cadet # 2689
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 16259
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy as a Police Cadet on Monday 22 February 1971 ( aged 16 years, 0 months, 2 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed 27 March 1974 ( aged 19 years, 1 month, 7 days ) ( may have been injured or failed a subject – thus loss of 1 mth, 7 days Seniority )
Constable – appointed 27 March 1975
Constable 1st Class – appointed ? ? ?
Detective – appointed ? ? ? NO
Senior Constable – appointed 27 March 1983
Leading Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ? ( N/A )
Appears in the 1985 ‘Stud Book’ but not the 1987 issue
Final Rank: = Senior Constable
Stations: ?, Central ( 1 Division ), ?
Service: From 22 February 1971 to? ? ? = ? years Service ( 17 – 18 years service )
Retirement / Leaving age: = ?
Time in Retirement from Police: ?
Awards: No Find on Australian Honours system
Born: Sunday 20 February 1955
Died on: Sunday 13 March 2022
Age: 67 years, 0 months, 21 days
Organ Donor: NO
Cause: Cancer – Pancreatic & Lung together with other health issues
Event location: Campbelltown Hospital, NSW
Event date: Finally went to Hospital on Thursday but because he wouldn’t previously visit a Doctor, he passed on Sunday
Funeral date: Wednesday 23 March 2022 @ 11am
Funeral location: Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Camden Valley Way, Leppington, NSW
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
18 March 2022 – 20 March 2022
Walter Keith TUCHIN
| 07/04/2022
Walter Keith TUCHIN
AKA Wally TUCHIN, Dudley Walter Keith TUCHIN
Late of Croydon – formerly of Miranda, NSW
“possible” relation in ‘the job’
NSW Police Training College – Penrith – Class #019
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 5638
Rank: Commenced Training at Penrith Police College on Monday ? ? ?
Probationary Constable- appointed 28 April 1947 ( aged 23 years, 4 months, 17 days )
Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Constable 1st Class – appointed ? ? ?
Detective – appointed ? ? ?
Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Leading Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ? ( N/A )
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: ?
Buried at: Cremated
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
Wally TUCHIN on his 97th birthday, playing guitar on 11 December 2020
WALLY is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance * NOT JOB RELATED
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
TUCHIN
Walter Keith (Wally)
Formerly of Miranda,
late of Croydon.
Passed away 27th February 2022.
Beloved husband of Valerie (dec).
Dearly loved and loving father of Kate (Ellen), Lorraine, Greg and Peter.
Father in-law of Doug, Peter, Narelle and Tessa (dec).
Adored Grandpa Wal of 13 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren.
98 Years young.
Forever in our hearts.
A service to Celebrate Wally’s life, will be held at St Paul’s Anglican Church, 205-207 Burwood Rd, Burwood on Thursday 10th March 2022, commencing at 11.00am.
Privately Cremated.
Proudly Australian Owned
Family Operated All Suburbs
9555 7551 9555 7092
Sydney Morning Herald
Wally TUCHIN at the Justice and Police Museum exhibition, Circular Quay, Sydney, with a collection of his photos – c 2000
Studio portrait of 69671 Leading Aircraftman Walter Keith Tuchin who served during the Second World War. ‘Reflections – Honouring Australian Second World War Veterans’ is a project spanning from 2015 – 2017. During this time span 450 Australian Institute of Accredited Photographers from around Australia photographed 6,500 World War Two Veterans. This digital archive was gifted to the Australian War Memorial by the Australian Institute of Professional Photography (AIPP) in 2017.
Scientific Investigation Bureau – c1956. Wally TUCHIN is 2nd from right
Follow all the Spotify Podcasts as told to Greg TUCHIN – by his father – Wally TUCHIN, Crime Scene photographer in the Scientific Investigation Bureau of NSW Police.
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
15 March 2022
Brendan J AKHURST
| 07/04/2022
Brendan J AKHURST
AKA BJ, BJ AKHURST
Late of Buradoo, Southern Highlands, NSW
“possible” relation in ‘the job’: Ron C AKHURST, NSWPF # 16716
No relation to: A J AKHURST, NSWPF # 7401. A J ( Jim ) AKHURST worked at the old Sydney Water Police ( 1973 / 76 era )
Jim & Brendan were at Sydney Water Police during the same era.
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Class # 112
First Class to be issued the new Smith & Wesson .38 calibre model 10 six shot revolver
Class 112 – Attested 15 September 1967 – Redfern
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 12734
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy on Monday 7 August 1967 ( aged 19 years, 3 months, 13 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed Friday 15 September 1967 ( aged 19 years, 4 months, 21 days )
Constable – appointed 15 September 1968
Constable 1st Class – appointed 15 September 1972
Detective – appointed ? ? ? ( NO )
Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Leading Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ? ( N/A )
Sergeant 3rd Class – appointed ? ? ?
Appears in the 1975 ‘Stud Book’
Does NOT appear in the 1979 ‘Stud Book’
Final Rank: = Senior Constable?
Stations: ?, Court Constable ( Sydney Quarter Sessions )( part of Darlinghurst Police )( early 1970s ), ?, Sydney Water Police ( Police Diver )( Launch Maintenance Section LMS )( 1974 / 75 ), ?, – Resignation
Service: From Monday 7 August 1967to? ? 1978 ( Resigned ) =
( Resigned – stemming from ” pulling too many bodies from the water & listening to the police bullshit that went with the job ” )
11? years Service
Retirement / Leaving age: = ?
Time in Retirement from Police: ?
Awards: No Find on Australian Honours system
Born: Sunday 25 April 1948
Died on: Friday 7 January 2022
Age: 73 years, 8 months, 13 days
Organ Donor: Y / N / ?
Cause: Cancer – Pancreatic
Event location: ?
Event date: ?
Funeral date: ? ? ? TBA ( Private Service held )
Funeral location: St Thomas Aquinas Church, Bowral, NSW
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: ?
Buried at: ?
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
BJ is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Well, not today. It was a few days ago. But it’s taken me some time to wrap my head around it and sit down at the keyboard.
It began with a phone call.
“Hi mate, it’s me.”
“I know, brother. It says ‘Brendan Akhurst’ on my phone when you call me. How you doing?”
“Not well. I’ve run out of time.”
My stomach dropped. It was not what I wanted to hear, even though I knew I was going to hear it one day.
Brendan Akhurst is one of Australia’s finest cartoonists and illustrators. His work has graced the pages of countless magazines for the last four decades. I have worked with him for more than three of those decades.
He was the genius who came up with the department illustrations for Ozbike magazine. He’d illustrated countless fiction stories for the same magazine. His cartoons of Maynard contributed greatly to the success of Street Machine magazine, and he was a mainstay at The Picture for many years, providing BJ’s Babes illos.
His was a rare and stunning talent. Not only could he illustrate to a script, but he could and did write his own cartoon scripts, which were always better than what someone else could have written.
His work was complex, but looked simple, and he would fill each panel with brilliant little jokes and characters always as an aside to the main story.
I was in awe of his talent, as were all the people who worked with him. And there were many. His work is everywhere.
A true creative genius, Brendan was justifiably hailed and revered by editors and writers all over Australia, while being simultaneously castigated as being a bastard who could never meet a deadline.
He was the bane of my existence as an editor in that regard. He never met a single deadline. Not one. Not ever.
I even got into the habit of lying to him about the deadlines. I would move them forward, knowing he would miss them and hoping he would make the actual deadline. But he’d miss that one too.
I’d sacked him. Four times. Then I re-hired him soon after each sacking because his work was without equal and always worth the wait.
I was over the moon when he agreed to illustrate my third book, The Wisdom Of The Road Gods. And I knew what was going to happen, but I also knew his illustrations of my stories would be superb. And they were.
I actually sacked him for the fifth time during that process, then promptly re-hired him, because the stuff he had sent me thus far was brilliant.
It’s not that Brendan didn’t appreciate deadlines. He did. He even wrote off his beloved Dodge-engined V8 Charger trying to get me an illustration a week after its due date. He was so tired he’d fallen asleep and put it into a tree on the drive from his home in the Southern Highlands to Sydney. Yes, it was before emails were a thing. he certainly understood deadlines. He just couldn’t meet them.
A few months ago, he called me and told me he’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. We both knew what that meant. The survival rate for that bastard is in the low single digits.
But Brendan was upbeat. He was always upbeat. And while he battled the cancer, we discussed a few new projects he wanted to do with me, one being the illustration of forgotten historical battles, and another was asking my readers to send in their motorcycle stories, which I would then turn into English, and he would do the illustrations.
But then he called me and told me he had run out of time.
“And I’ve run out of puff,” he added. “But look, I’m OK. I have made my peace with God.”
I didn’t know what to say, because what does one say when one is told that? I’m talking to a dear friend who has just told me he is about to die. It’s imminent, and he’s come to terms with it, because…well, fuck, what alternative does he have?
“I’d love to see you if you can make it down,” he said, his voice a touch strained with the pain he was in.
“I’ll be down tomorrow morning,” I said, hoping I would be in time.
I was.
I arrived at his home and was shown in to his lounge-room by his brother and his brother’s wife. She told me that Brendan had just been given some morphine and will need to rest shortly. I told her I would not stay long.
The change the cancer had wrought upon him was appalling. Brendan was always a big, strong, bloke. He was a former Water Police officer, and left when he got sick of pulling floaters out of the harbour and listening to the police bullshit that went with the job. His subsequent illustrations of the police were cutting and sharper than master-made katana.
He was still big. But he was a big skeleton. He did not look at all like the Brendan I once knew. But then he smiled and that was instantly recognisable.
“I’m so glad you came!” he said. His voice was still deep and strong; he was also one of the best singers I have ever heard.
“How could I not come?” I replied, stating the obvious.
He told me to pull up a chair and we sat and talked for a while about old times. His sister-in-law and his brother, and his wonderful partner, Michelle, hovered nearby, all clearly shattered by what was happening. They injected him with some more morphine, and they gave him a special lozenge to put in his mouth to assist him in making saliva.
Brendan reclined on the couch, his legs propped on a chair and covered in a blanket, and laughed and joked with me, and I with him. And then he got up, much to the horror of his family.
“Brendan,” they all said. “Sit down. Where are you going?”
“I’m going out to the studio. Boris, come with me.”
“No, no, no! You can’t go. You might fall!”
“Get out of my way. This will only take a minute.”
I followed him out to his studio – a veritable temple to the creative art he’d practiced, and he walked pretty steadily, I thought, even though the path was a little steep and had a few steps.
We walked in, and he pulled a painting off the wall and handed it to me. It was of a pair of girl’s legs in heels and her hands were pulling her panties down. I recognised it instantly.
“You remember this?” he grinned.
“I sure do.”
“It was my favourite panel from that strip I did ages ago when I used your head for the main character. I think you fell into a river after she did this.”
“Thank you,” I said. What else could I say?
We went back inside and he propped himself back on the couch.
His brother, Bill, came and said that I could stay as long as I wanted to. Me being there had made Brendan very happy, he said.
Then the community nurse arrived and she needed to examine Brendan, so I went outside with his brother while that happened.
We talked. Mostly small-talk. It’s pretty much the default chat of people who are in the presence of a tragic event, and are struggling to cope with the inevitability and outcome of that event. In Bill’s case, it was the passing of his younger brother. In mine, the passing of a dear friend and colleague. My pain was simply not in the same league as Bill’s.
Then Bill’s wife came out with a rueful grin.
“Brendan says if you don’t come back in, he’s going to come out.”
I trooped back in and stood there awkwardly as the nurse explained to Brendan that he had a bowel obstruction and that he would need to go to hospital to have it seen to.
“What are the options?” Brendan asked.
“You can go to hospital, get your obstruction scanned, get your pain medication sorted, and hopefully be home in a day or so. If you choose not to do that, we can set up a syringe that will supply you with a cocktail of drugs that will keep you comfortable and a little dozy…er, until…”
It was obvious “until” what. The medical profession calls it an “end of life event”, while avoiding the words “until you die”.
“Let me think about it,” Brendan said.
I knew I had to leave then. But knowing this and actually leaving is a crushing position to be in. Brendan needed to be with his family. Not some prick he’d worked with. But how do I actually do that?
I waited until Michelle, wreathed in tears and pain, went into the kitchen then I came and knelt by his side.
“I better go,” I said, grasping his big hand. It was warm and he still had a strong grip.
“This is the last time you and I will speak,” he said, and smiled gently.
My eyes filled with tears and a knot formed in my throat. What does one say to that? How does one respond? I had no idea.
“Um…” I said, and cleared my throat while trying to think of what else I might say.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” Brendan said. “Just move the green bin closer to the door when you go.”
“The green bin?” I blinked.
“Yeah, the recycling bin they might chuck me in,” he grinned.
“I’m not sure you can get recycled in that state,” I said. “But fuck thanking me. I need to thank you. You were the greatest illustrator I have ever worked with. And I can never thank you enough for the joy you have given me and so many other people through your work.”
Yes, I know. It was a pointless thing to say. But I had no other words. I knew no other words.
Brendan squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. He was still strong.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” he said.
“Further on down the road, brother,” I rasped back.
And then I turned and walked slowly away, wishing this was yet another deadline he would not meet.
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
7 March 2022
Darren Ronald COONEY
| 07/04/2022
Darren Ronald COONEY
AKA Darren COONEY, Coon, Dazza
Late of Figtree Nursing Home, NSW
any “possible” relation in ‘the job’:
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Class # 179
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 20161
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy “possibly ” on Monday 7 December 1981 ( aged 19 years, 8 months, 28 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed 5 March 1982 ( aged 19 years, 11 months, 24 days )
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: Abbey Funeral Home, 02 6881 8988
Buried at: Cremated
Merv BRAITHWAITE – Redfern Police Academy – 1961
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
Some of the guys from my class 81A being sworn in at the Redfern Training Depot (joined 29 May, 1961. From left Merv Braithwaite10038, Paul Pilley 10010, unknown?, Barry Luckie 10008, Lionel Hanrahan 10014, Neil Warburton 10043, Peter (Bob) Drooger 10019.
MERV is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Late of Dubbo & formerly of the Tooraweenah and Wongarbon areas.
Dearly loved husband of Shirley.
Loving father & father-in-law of Peter & Helen, Debbie & Geoff, Scott & Kerry.
Cherished Pop of his grandchildren and great grandchildren.
Dear brother of Ruth, June, Beryl (dec), Harley (dec), Charlie (dec) and Roger.
Mervyn’s cremation service will be held in the Chapel of the Dubbo City Crematorium 1 Moffatt Drive, Dubbo commencing at 10.30am Friday 25th February 2022.
Funeral arrangements are in the care of: “Our family caring for your family” 02 6881 8988
Dubbo Liberal and Macquarie Advocate (NSW : 1894 – 1954),
Friday 25 June 1954, page 5
ENGAGEMENT
The engagement is announced of Miss Shirley Paxton, elder daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H. A. Paxton, of Geurie, to Mr. Mervyn Braithwaite, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. W. Braithwaite, of Wongarbon.
Miss Paxton’s ring of yellow gold has two square cut centre diamonds with a small supporting diamond on either side.
Congratulations are extended to Miss Shirley June Paxton and Mr. Mervyn Stewart Braithwaite, who have announced their engagement. Shirley’s ring of yellow gold features two square-cut centre diamonds with a small supporting diamond on each side.
The local tennis season opened last Sunday under ideal conditions. A calm day of glorious sunshine, courts in perfect order and twenty couples eager to play, made the opening most pleasant.
An American tournament was conducted, run in two divisions, honours going to J. Fogarty and Mervyn Braithwaite in the men’s first grade, whilst Mrs. D. Greenwood won the lady’s trophy.
Dubbo Liberal and Macquarie Advocate (NSW : 1894 – 1954),
Saturday 22 February 1936, page 4
WONGARBON
Number of Casualties
Social and General
PERSONAL
Mervyn Braithwaite, small son of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Braithwaite, met with a nasty accident at the weekend. While playing with some other children in the garden, he fell on an upturned rake, his hand catching the prong full force. He was hurried to Dubbo for medical attention and is now doing well.
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
2 March 2022
Ken CLENTON
| 07/04/2022
Ken CLENTON
AKA Kenneth Clenton, Kenny Clenton
Late of ” Bushbank “, Kiama, NSW
Brother to Colin CLENTON, NSWPF # 14229
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Class # 110
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 12508
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy on Monday 20 February 1967 ( aged 19 years, 3 months, 14 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed 3 April 1967 ( aged 19 years, 4 months, 28 days )
Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Constable 1st Class – appointed 3 May 1972
Detective – appointed ? ? ? ( NO )
Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Appears in the 1975 ‘ Stud Book ‘ but not the 1979 issue and onwards
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: ? TBA
Buried at: Buried at Shellharbour Cemetery – with his wife, Cheryl who pre-deceased him on 31 March 1991
441-443 Shellharbour Road, Shellharbour, NSW
Lawn 10, Plot 9
( at the rear of the cemetery on the car park side )
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )
Class 110 – Redfern Police Academy – Police cyclist
Class 110 – NSWPF – Redfern Academy
Class 110 – NSWPF – Redfern Academy
Class 110 – NSWPF – Redfern Academy
KEN is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Ken was the middle child of 13 – most of whom are still living ( 2022 ).
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
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Cal
28 February 2022
Mark David PALMER
| 07/04/2022
Mark David PALMER
AKA Tummy
Late of ?, Qld
Husband to Jan PALMER who pre-deceased Mark on the 21 December 2021 from Cancer.
NSW Police Training Centre – Redfern – Class # 169
NSW Police Cadet # 3322
New South Wales Police Force
Regd. # 19317
Rank: Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy as a Police Cadet on Monday 1 February 1977 ( aged 16 years, 10 months, 17 days )
Probationary Constable- appointed 8 December 1980 ( aged 20 years, 8 months, 23 days )( 1 year, 8 months, 23 days after a Cadet would usually be Sworn In. He may have had an injury preventing him being Sworn In on his 19th birthday which would have, normally, put him in Class 161 or 162 )
Constable – appointed 8 December 1981
Constable 1st Class – appointed 8 December 1985
Detective – appointed ? ? ?
Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Leading Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?
Sergeant 3rd Class – appointed ? ? ?
Sergeant 2nd Class – appointed ? ? ?
Sergeant 1st Class – appointed ? ? ?
Inspector – appointed ? ? ?
Chief Inspector – appointed ? ? ?
Superintendent – appointed ? ? ?
Chief Superintendent – appointed ? ? ?
Final Rank: = ?
Stations: Bondi ( 10 Division )( 1980 ), Maroubra ( 15 Division )( C District )( Anti Theft Unit ), Gosford ( 30 Division )( 1990 – Retirement
Service: From 1 February 1977 to? ? ? = ? years Service
Retirement / Leaving age: = ?
Time in Retirement from Police: ?
Awards: National Medal – granted 8 November 1996 ( SenCon )
( Due to current Govt. restrictions on ‘Gatherings’ due to Corona19 Virus Pandemic, some families may wish to have a Memorial Service / Wake with friends and family at a later date )
Funeral Parlour: ? TBA
Buried at: ? TBA
Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at: ?
Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( February 2022 )
TUMMY is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance *NEED MORE INFO
FURTHER INFORMATION IS NEEDED ABOUT THIS PERSON, THEIR LIFE, THEIR CAREER AND THEIR DEATH.
Tummy, and the family, only lost his beloved Jan to Cancer just a few days prior to Christmas – 2021.
Tummy leaves behind a Step Son, Step Daughter and two daughters ( all adults ).
Tummy ( on left ) with ( possibly ) Graham MARANDA
Nothing further, than what is recorded above, is known about this person at the time of publication and further information and photos would be appreciated.
