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Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

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  

( click here to see Cornona19 Virus Pandemic rules – this will be a limited numbers Funeral )

any Future Wake location??? TBA 

any Future Wake date??? TBA 

( 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: Keneally Funerals, 13 Chamberlain St, Campelltown, NSW  02 4620 8822

Buried at: Cremated

 

Memorial / Plaque / Monument located at?

Dedication date of Memorial / Plaque / Monument: Nil – at this time ( March 2022 )

 

 

  STUMPY is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance  *NEED MORE INFO


 

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May they forever Rest In Peace

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Class 138 of 25 February 1974 - 01
Class 138 of 25 February 1974 – 01

 

Class 138 of 25 February 1974 - 02
Class 138 of 25 February 1974 – 02

 

Class 138 of 25 February 1974 - 03
Class 138 of 25 February 1974 – 03

 

Class 138 of 25 February 1974 - Reunion in 2017?
Class 138 of 25 February 1974 – Reunion in 2017?


 

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

Bruce Charles WILLIAMS

 


 

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.

**********

 

Cal
18 March 2022  –  20 March 2022


 

 




Brendan J AKHURST

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
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 1967   to  ? ? 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  

LIVE STREAM    PIN:  TBA   Email:  TBA

 

( click here to see Cornona19 Virus Pandemic rules – this will be a limited numbers Funeral )

any Future Wake location??? TBA 

any Future Wake date??? TBA 

( 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 )

 

Class 112 - Attested 15 September 1967 - Redfern

BJ is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance  *NEED MORE INFO


 

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May they forever Rest In Peace

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With deep condolences to his partner, Michelle, his brother, Bill, sons Ben & Carl and families.

 


 

THE HARD GOODBYE…

When words are not enough

 

I had a terrible day today.

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.

THE HARD GOODBYE… – Years of Writing Dangerously


 

Brendan AKHURST

Brendan AKHURST

 

Brendan AKHURST

 

Brendan Akhurst flanked by his wife Michelle and Tracey Warren in 2004

 


 

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.

**********

 

Cal
7 March 2022


 

 




Nabil Anthony ELIAS

Nabil Anthony ELIAS

AKA  Bill, Billy, Midnight, Sooty

Late of  ?

NSW Redfern Police Academy Class #  164

New South Wales Police Force

Regd. #  18814

Rank:  Commenced Training at Redfern Police Academy in June 1979

Probationary Constable – appointed 17 September 1979

Constable 1st Class – appointed 17 September 1984

Senior Constable – appointed 17 September 1988

Final Rank = ?

Stations?, Fairfield GD’s ( 34 Division ), Cabramatta GD’s ( 34 Division – 1979 ),  Liverpool HWP ( 22 Division ), ?

Service:  From ? June 1979  to ? ? ?? years Service

Awards:  No Find on Australian Honours

Born:  Sunday  14 May 1955

Died on Sunday  1 March 2020

Age 64 yrs  9 mths  15 days

Cause: Pancreatic Cancer ( diagnosed pre April 2019 )

Event location: ?

Event date:  Sunday  1 March 2020

Funeral date: Wednesday  4 March 2020 @ 2.15pm

Funeral location: East Chapel, Rookwood Gardens Crematorium, Memorial Ave, Rookwood, NSW

Family is requesting no flowers, but donate to either Pancreatic Cancer Organisation, Pancare Foundation – https://www.pancare.org.au/
Or
Ankylosing spondylitis Arthritis Australia – https://arthritisaustralia.com.au/types-of…/ankylosing spondylitis/

Upon speaking to Bills brother this afternoon, I believe there will be a Police Honour Guard from a local area command, hence medals will be on the agenda.

Wake location: TBA

Funeral Parlour: TBA

Buried atCremated

Memorial located at: ?

 

NABIL 'BILL' ELIAS FROM CABRAMATTA POLICE STATION.<br /> BANKSTOWN AIRPORT, NSW.<br /> ? APRIL 1980<br />
NABIL ‘BILL’ ELIAS FROM CABRAMATTA POLICE STATION.
BANKSTOWN AIRPORT, NSW.
? APRIL 1980

Senior Constable Nabil Elias

BILLY is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance  *NEED MORE INFO

 

https://youtu.be/3iiGwDV1aZE

 

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May they forever Rest In Peace


 

Survived by wife, Anita

Daughters Lynda & Melissa

Granddaughters Olivia & Grace

 

Billy, Midnight Elias was a bloody good bloke who was loud, full of laughter and fun to work with in the old Cabramatta / Fairfield days.

May you forever Rest In Peace my friend.

 

You and your family have my deepest respect and apology for being unable to attend your funeral on Wednesday.

 

Your mate

‘ Charlie ‘ Cal ‘

Greg Callander

 

FLIGHT OVER WESTERN SUBURBS OF SYDNEY WITH CONSTABLE's Greg Callander, Bill Elias & Phil Charlier.<br /> ALL POLICE FROM CABRAMATTA POLICE STATION.<br /> BANKSTOWN AIRPORT, NSW.<br /> APRIL 1980
FLIGHT OVER WESTERN SUBURBS OF SYDNEY WITH Constable’s Greg Callander, Bill Elias & Phil Charlier.
ALL POLICE FROM CABRAMATTA POLICE STATION.
BANKSTOWN AIRPORT, NSW.
APRIL 1980

 

FLIGHT OVER WESTERN SUBURBS OF SYDNEY WITH CONSTABLE NABIL ‘BILL’ ELIAS, PHIL CHARLIER AND GREG CALLANDER.
BILL ELIAS RUNNING THROUGH THE ‘CHECK LIST’ PRIOR TO OUR FLIGHT.

FLIGHT OVER WESTERN SUBURBS OF SYDNEY WITH CONSTABLE NABIL ‘BILL’ ELIAS, PHIL CHARLIER AND GREG CALLANDER.
BANKSTOWN AIRPORT
APRIL 1980

Cst 1/c Greg Callander & Constable Nabil Elias at a crime scene in Cabramatta where a couple were menaced by stotgun toting bandits. Around 1980.
Cst 1/c Greg Callander & Constable Nabil Elias at a crime scene in Cabramatta where a couple were menaced by shotgun toting bandits. Around 1980.

 

 

Nail Elias ( centre in uniform )
Salute’

 

They gave Bill the keys to a City Bus, Sydney CBD.
They gave Bill the keys to a City Bus, Sydney CBD.  2016

They gave Bill the keys to a City Bus, Sydney CBD.

They gave Bill the keys and a licence to a City Bus, Sydney CBD.

Cal & 11.45pm ( Nabil Elias just isn't quite dark enough to be midnight ) with the old F100 which we did a lot of shifts in at Cabramatta LAC - NSW Police Force & Fairfield LAC - NSW Police Force back in the 1970's.
Cal & 11.45pm ( Nabil Elias – just isn’t quite dark enough to be midnight ) with the old F100 which we did a lot of shifts in at Cabramatta LAC – NSW Police Force & Fairfield LAC – NSW Police Force back in the 1970’s.

 

And they even let him at the controls of a train.
And they even let him at the controls of a train.


 

 

 




Colin Thomas GIBBONS

Colin Thomas GIBBONS 

AKA  Gibbo, Col
Late of  Mudgee

NSW Redfern Police Academy Class #  106

New South Wales Police Force

[alert_yellow]Regd. #  11906[/alert_yellow]

Rank:  Probationary Constable – appointed 4 April 1966

Constable – appointed 4 June 1967

Senior Constable – appointed ? ? ?

Final Rank = ?TBA

Stations?, South Coast District ( 1967 ), Mudgee ( 1977 – 1981 ), Cronulla, George St North, Bega, Eden, Batemans Bay

ServiceFrom  ? ? pre April 1966?  to  4 April 1985 ( Resigned ) =  19 years Service

Awards:   National Medal – granted 15 November 1982 ( SenCon )

Born:   Wednesday  15 October 1941

Died on:   Thursday  30 May 2019

Age:  77

CausePancreatic Cancer

Event location:  Dubbo – Lourdes Private Hospital

Event date:  Wednesday  29 May 2019

Funeral date:   Friday  7 June 2019 @ 11am

Funeral location:   St Luke’s Anglican Church, Bayly St, Gulgong, NSW

Wake location:  Gulgong RSL

Funeral Parlour:  Macquarie Valley Funerals & Monuments, Mudgee  6372 2331

Buried at:   Gulgong Lawn Cemetery, Castlereagh Hwy, Gulgong, NSW

 Memorial located at:   ?

 

Colin Thomas GIBBONS

Colin Thomas GIBBONS

Col GIBBONS & family
Col GIBBONS & family

 

Col GIBBONS & family - 4 generations
Col GIBBONS & family – 4 generations

 

Col GIBBONS & family
Col GIBBONS & family – 4 generations

 

Col GIBBONS - coke & ?
Col GIBBONS – coke & ?

 

[alert_yellow] COL is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_yellow]  *NEED MORE INFO

 

 Funeral location


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May they forever Rest In Peace

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GIBBONS, Colin Thomas
Col Gibbons
Proud Wiradjuri Man
30th May 2019
late of Henry Lawson Drive, Bombira (Mudgee).
Beloved husband of Ella.
Much loved father & step-father of Susan, John, Sharon, Sarah- Jane, Glenn, Steve, Leon, Sharon, their partners and their families.
Aged 77 years
Tired and weary you made no fuss, you tried so hard to stay with us. You suffered so much and told so few, you never deserved what you went through
Relatives and friends are kindly invited to attend a Service to Celebrate the Life of Col.
The service will take place at 11:00am on Friday 7th June 2019 at St Luke’s Anglican Church Gulgong.
At the conclusion of the service the cortege will proceed to the Gulgong Lawn Cemetery for interment.
By special request, donations in lieu of floral tributes may be made at the Service, to our local Mudgee ‘Can Assist’ Group.
MACQUARIE VALLEY FUNERALS & MONUMENTS
Members of The N.F.D.A. and The F.D.A. of N.S.W. & Monumental Mason’s Assoc. of NSW
118 Market Street, Mudgee
Telephone: 6372 2331 All Hours

Published in the Mudgee Guardian on June 4, 2019

http://tributes.dailyliberal.com.au/obituaries/dailyliberal-au/obituary.aspx?pid=193046686

Good evening caught up with an old Mudgee stalwart Colin Thomas Gibbons at Lourdes Hospital at Dubbo Col is in a bad way and his family are with him worked at Mudgee during early 80’S and he was one of the last old school coppers when telling hoodlums to get home their reply was yes Mister Gibbons he was very active with The Mudgee VRA and his family were overwhelmed today to have the Commissioner of the VRA MR Mark Gibson visit Col and his family today and I thank you Sir for your visit. May our thoughts and prayers be with Col and his family

Col Gibbons / Gibbo / Dad / Pop / Grandpa
“A silent #Mudgee legend gave his time to save many a life as a #police office and active member of the volunteer #rescue squad today bids us farewell” Over the past months our dad has fought the biggest fight of his life. A fight that sadly came to an end this morning with his true loves, mum and his kids by his side. Next week will give us all the opportunity to celebrate Cols amazing life and I encourage all those that know our family to come along and show your support to mum (Ella) Saraha-Jane, Johnny, Susan, Sharron (Gibbo) and our extended family.
God Bless You Big Fella – May You Continue to protect us from above


Colin Thomas GIBBONS 01 – NSWPF – Died 29 May 2019 – NC11_4 21072011
Colin is mentioned on p 52 of this document.  Details of previous North East Wiradjuri People claims.