Hello all, well so many memories, from the time that Mum was pregnant with Peter, and she put my hand on her tummy to feel him kicking away inside. To the time that as Mum was not able to breastfeed him I used to get the tin of "Cow and Gate" baby formulia, mix it up and feed Peter.
To the time that we three John, self and Peter were in Twickenham when the sirens sounded, and the German plane flew low overhead. We John and I literly threw Peter down into the air raid shelter.
To the walk we all took with Mum in the countryside near Keiwa, by a memorial for something and a photo was taken of us. So someone else had to be there.
To the time that Peter was on the pillion of the BSA 650 cc on the way back from a trip to I think Newcaastle with Mum who was moving up there, we had towed the motor bike on the back of the car.
And the most important memory was that Peter who was the conductor on the number 8 tram to Toorak was chattering up Kaye who was working for the Patons. It was through these chats that Kaye finally phoned me at the Port Melbourne Police Station, which commenced the 100 day romance which lead to our marriage on the 11th of January 1956.
While we drifted apart during the following years, us in PNG and Peter abroad, we kept in touch.
We both miss both Peter and Kotha.
Love from Kaye and Michael.