Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 25, 2016

ANZAC Day 2016: The Glass Treasures of Vignacourt.

In 2010 Australian photographer Ross Coulthart became aware of a collection of photos from the First World War. They were the work of Louis and Antoinette Thuillier, photographers in the northern town of Vignacourt. Most of the photos discovered to that time featured British soldiers, but here and there Australian Diggers were seen in the background. Coulthart, with assistance from professional and amateur historians, was able to meet in 2011 with the descendants of the Thuilliers. They took him to the farmhouse attic and, for the first time in nearly a century, the glass plates that preserved the images of many hundreds of Australian soldiers saw the light of day.

Group portrait of four members of the 13th Australian Light Trench Mortar Battery. The two soldiers in the front row hold bottles of French wine. Identified in this photograph are 3750 Corporal (Cpl) Robert Chaffey Stuart (third from left) and 3489 Private (Pte) John Charles Bitton (fourth from left). Stuart, a labourer from Naracoorte SA, embarked with the 12th Battalion in December 1915, was transferred to the 52nd Battalion in March 1916, and then to the 13th Light Trench Mortar Battery in July of the same year. In January 1919 he was awarded the Meritorious Service Medal. Bitton, a labourer from Maylands WA, embarked with the 28th Battalion in January 1916,

Group portrait of four members of the 13th Australian Light Trench Mortar Battery.  Far right:  Private John Bitton from Maylands WA. Second from right: Corporal Robert Stuart from Naraccoorte SA.  Stuart was awarded the Meritorious Service Medal in 1919.

The Australian War Memorial is currently touring an exhibition of images selected from the Thuillier Collection. Remember Me: The Lost Diggers of Vignacourt was on display at the Western Australian Museum during winter last year, and has since been travelling around regional centres.

Quoting from the exhibition’s handbook:

Vignacourt was distant enough from the fighting to be beyond artillery range but close enough to be an important billeting place, rail centre, base, and training area… For a couple of months in 1916, hundreds of Australians struggled down to Vignacourt from the Somme winter trenches. Here baths and laundries were set up and army stores issued fresh clothing. Most important of all, these were homes with women, children, and even pets…
Enterprising locals Louis and Antoinette Thuillier, who were interested in photograph, turned their home into an outdoor studio and advertised for soldiers to have their pictures taken. Thousands passed before their lens… Among them were many who would shortly die in battle.

Vig First Aust Div Sgt Unidentified


Vig Possible Uniform Swap


Vig Second A D unidentified


Vig 60th Battalion unidentified

The Thuillers printed the photos as picture postcards the Diggers could send home, with room enough for a few scribbled words on the back. Many of the soldiers they photographed remain unidentified; for more information visit the Facebook page The Lost Diggers.

The photos often show the Diggers in humourous moods. One group holds a sign that declares in forlorn capitals WE WANT OUR MUMIE. In the second photo above there appears to have been a swapping of uniforms. At times no doubt the Diggers were putting on a show for their families, masking their true feelings with good cheer. British war correspondent Philip Gibbs made this observation of the Australians in Vignacourt:

I liked the look of them, dusty up to the eyes in summer, muddy up to their ears in winter. They were as hard as steel, and finely tempered. Among them were boys of a more delicate fibre, and sensitive, if one might judge by their clear-cut features and wistful eyes.

The Diggers moved away from Vignacourt but were there again in 1918. When the Armistice was declared on November 11 the town erupted in wild celebration. Flags of both nations were hung in the streets. The dead were honoured with a march to the cemetery, and the mayor of Vignacourt called upon the children to tend the graves as a sacred trust.

17 November 1918 Australian soldiers, along with children and townspeople, gather in the Vignacourt cemetery for a commemoration ceremony led by the Mayor of Vignacourt to hand over the care of the graves to the local children.

At least one Australian soldier stayed on in Vignacourt. On 5 January 1918 Captain Harry Hartley married Simone Pecourt in the Church of Saint-Firmin.

Vig Harry and Simone

The relationship between Australia and France has been difficult at times during the last hundred years, but the sacrifice of the young men from Down Under is still acknowledged by the people they fought for. A comment from Tim Blair’s old blog describes a visit in the early 2000s to Villers-Bretonneux – liberated by Australian troops on April 25th 1916.

We stopped in at the local bar and had a drink and got talking to the old guy who ran the joint. My girlfriend – who is French – explained that I was Australian and that in the afternoon we were going to visit the Aussie War Graves just outside of town.
Finding out I was an Aussie was enough. The drinks were on the house and – after a second round – that old fella shut up shop and took us on a walking tour of the town. He showed us the flagpole in the village where the Australian flag still flies. He showed us the square where ANZAC Day is celebrated each and every year, usually with a representative of the Aussie embassy from Paris. And then he showed us the local school with the plaque attached noting that it was rebuilt with funds sent back to France from Australian soldiers who had liberated it from the Germans. There is even a kangaroo carved into the stone. 90 years on, this old fella still remembered what his father probably would have told him: Australian soldiers aren’t about killing, they’re about saving; it’s not about destroying, it’s about rebuilding.

I can’t think of a better way for our men and women in uniform to be remembered.

Lest We Forget.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 23, 2016

What, him too?

I just heard on the news that people are gathering all around the world to mark the death of William Shakespeare. This really has been a terrible year for the entertainment industry.

2016 Year of Fear

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 20, 2016

Election campaigning, old school.

It was so much more honest back then.

Farting Wars

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 20, 2016

Spam of the day.

When someone writes an article he/she maintains the plan of a user in his/her mind that how a user can understand it. Thus that’s why this article is amazing.

You’re welcome, I guess.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 17, 2016

Pushed to the front of the queue.

I was planning to save this for Valentines Day. Then this whole mixed gender toilet business started up and, well, you know.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 16, 2016

A Bigger Brighter Bingo.

I’ve found a higher resolution version of the nightmarish Bingo the Clowno. If you want your consciousness scarred to a truly professional standard, you’ll have a look.

There’s also a prologue that explains the origins of the tale. It was a short scene called Disregard This Play, presented by a Chicago acting troupe called the Neo-Futurists.

Sit back, and enjoy anew the creeping terror that is Bingo The Clowno!!! And pause to reflect, if you will, on the world these actors would create if they were parents. Or teachers. Or leaders of government.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 14, 2016


Well, Perth, anyhow. They’re about the same to most of you, I guess.

Camelot Perth

Another spectacular piece of photography from Alex at SundaySunsetImages.

(Psst – click on it!)

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 14, 2016

You call that a ‘crowd’?

Growing up in Melbourne, where sport is the unofficial religion, you breathe it and get it into your cells even if you’re not interested. And it gives you a different perspective on the fields of sporting combat. I heard on the news that Kobe Bryant is playing his last game for the Lakers and the event has pulled a sell-out crowd of… wait for it… eighteen thousand.
Eighteen thousand. Excuse my mild snort of contempt.
That would be considered a disastrous crowd at an AFL match – a regular AFL match. Let alone a major game. Back before the stadium was reconstructed, the MCG would hold crowds several times as big as that for a Grand Final. The record was set in 1970, when the old MCG packed in


Impressive, no? It looks even better full-size. Click on it!

How many 18000s can you pack into this?

How many 18000s can you pack into this?


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