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Monday Rounds at Tambo Hospital

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Val had just given birth to her 4th child Allen at the Tambo Hospital on the 7th September, 1957 and was now recovering in the Maternity Ward.

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The confinement time in maternity used to be around a week which gaves mothers time to get to recover and prepare for the rigours of home life with a new baby.

The normal confinement time was a week. This time was intended to give the new mother time to recover and the time to get the baby into routine.

Labour had come quickly and had caught them by surprise and Bill had to do the last minute shop by himself at Millers General Store.

Val had received a late night visit from Bill who had pleaded with her to get out early.

On the Monday morning, the Matron was doing the rounds of the wards.

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Matrons were real authority figures. Few patients would question a direction from a nursing sister, let alone a matron in 1957.

‘How are we, today, Mrs Wight?’, Matron asked, in that caring way that good nurses do.

‘I’m doing fine, thank you’, Val responded, ‘but actually, (long pause), I really do need to go home’.

‘Oh no, you need your rest, Mrs Wight’, responded Matron in her best matron manner.

‘But I do really need to go home’, persisted Val.

‘No! You need to be here and you need to be getting your rest’, came the firmer, more authoritarian response.

‘You see, my husbands not really coping’, bargained Val, ‘he really can’t manage’.

‘Well, he’s just going to have to’, finalised Matron, ‘he’s just going to have to.’ You’re staying here!’ in end of conversation tone.

imgres-1There wasn’t much doubt Matron and Sergeant Eiser had a good working relationship and that the channels of communication were open.

So Val stayed the usual 7 days in hospital, Bill got by as best he could, and all of the children made it too.

Bill’s Special Visiting Hours

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Bill was shaken by his run in with the law. But unabashed.

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Bill rammed a boar pig in the ute on the way from Tambo to the Oil Rig.

He had been beaten by the law, but he sure showed that boer pig who was boss.

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Bill had kids and they were driving him crazy.

He drank steadily all day Sunday 8th September, 1957 and dealt with the kids as best he could, but basically they drove him crazy.

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Sergeant Eiser and Constable Andy Stagg had warned Bill, ‘We’re watching you’ and they were as good as their word. Robert De Nero letting Ben Stiller know that he was being watched in ‘Meet the Fockers’.

Bill didn’t make it for visiting hours.  Sergeant Eiser’s ‘We’re watching you’ warning was still ringing in his ears.  He didn’t feel like coming under the watchful eye of the Sergeant or Constable Andy Stagg with ODE decals all over his vehicle.imgres-2

He was now a solo parent and it was in the most difficult circumstances.  He had the obligations of his job with ODE and he had a big maintenance program on the Oil Rig.  In addition, he also had to show visitors around and load and unload trucks as they came to dismantle the Oil Rig.  The Oil Rig had finished its work and the drill hole had been capped.

Bill had to carry water from 5 mile away at the bore.  After bringing it back in 44 gallon drums, they then had to dip buckets into the drums and carry water for household use, washing and bathing.

There were no neighbours for miles around.  There was no family for hundreds of miles.

There was no electricity.

Oil Rig Site Map

Val sketched a rough site map which shows the relative position of the Oil Rig Site and the accommodation. Bill and Val moved to the Altents after the drill hole was capped. Previously they had lived in an annex near Bert & Dorrie’s Wights caravan.

Cooking was done on an open fire between the 2 Altents with a few pot and pans.

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Bill and Val’s Altents. They had guaze and windows and a lockable door as had ventilation in the dome of the roof. They slept in the one on the left and used the one behind the Land-Rover as a kitchen.

They didn’t live in a house, they lived in 2 Altents.  One was for the kitchen and the other for the bedroom and there was open ground in between.

And then there was the kids.

imgres-8Billy was 4 and a knowall. He couldn’t be told anything and never stopped talking.

Johanne was 2½ and highly strung and if her routine was interrupted one little bit, she lost it.

Lynda was 15 months, highly mobile and into everything.

Bill was desperate, he couldn’t keep this up. He formed a desperate plan and headed for Tambo to put it into action.

He drove to the hospital without attracting the attention of Andy or the Sergeant.

He locked the kids in the vehicle and broke into the maternity ward.

He woke Val up. ‘You have to leave right now’. he urged. ‘Today has been a disaster and I can’t have a job and look after the kids’, he pleaded, ‘You need to come home now’.sahm

‘I can’t just leave’, she reasoned, ‘the baby is in the nursery’.  He pleaded for a while longer, and she relented and said, ‘I’ll talk to the Matron and get out tomorrow.’

He left and headed back home to the Oil Rig with the prospect of some welcome relief on the morrow.

A Celebration Too Far

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‘I have a new son!!’ beamed Bill to anyone who would listen in the bar of the Club Hotel in Tambo.  It was Saturday 7th September, 1957.  Val was recovering in the maternity ward of the Tambo Hospital, the new bairn in the nursery and his other 3 children in the car outside.

Whilst birth might now be a family event, in 1957 there was no way that a husband would be allowed into the sanctity of the delivery ward, especially with 3 siblings.

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Bill holding Lynda alongside the ODE International. Bill(y) and Johanne are standing beside him.

Having been ordered out of the way earlier in the day with Billy, Johanne and Lynda, he was officially now on solo father duty.

What would he do?  How would he celebrate being a dad again?

Ah, of course, the Club Hotel bar beckoned.  He would go and have a beer and a chat with John Steer, the publican.

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The International Utility truck belonging to ODE. The Wight children waited in the ute outside the pub all day while Bill drank at the bar. The whole family could fit into the very large cab. The children could sleep in the back. This picture was taken after Val come home with the baby whose birth was being so enthusiastically celebrated.

Kids did sit outside in the car those days.  Probably not without complaint.  But it wouldn’t put a parent in the bind that it would nowadays.

Dutifully, Bill went and checked in progress at the Hospital.  Yes!  Operation a success, his manhood proved again.  Allen had entered the world.

Ushered out of the hospital again, Bill went straight back to the only place to celebrate, the Club Hotel.  Again, the 3 kids sat out in the car, checked on from time to time by Bill who went on celebrating far on into the afternoon.

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The 3 Wight kids spent all day stuck in the car outside the Club Hotel in Tambo on 7th September, 1957.

The kids sitting in the car came to attention of the local police.  For these local police, kids in the car outside of a pub all day was not going to happen on their watch.  In 1957, most things that happened in families was the head of the families’ business.   They decided this matter needed attention.

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The Queensland Police with the motto.

Senior Sergeant  WA Eiser went into the bar and located the celebrating new father.

Sergeant Eiser did his best to apply the ‘Firmness with Courtesy’ principle of the motto of Queensland Police Service.  He pointed out to Bill that he was a family man and that he needed to get the children home and not leave them sitting out in the car.

Bill assured him that everything was under control and he didn’t need the advice.  The kids were just fine.

At the insistance of Sergeant Eiser, they left the bar and went out to the car, so that Bill could show him that the kids were OK.

Then Bill, in his own words, began to mouth off at Sergeant Eiser.   ‘I’m looking after them and they are just fine thank you very much, SIR.  They are being fed and they are are having plenty to drink, SIR.’

Courtesy was not being beamed back to the good Sergeant from Bill, nor respect for the authority of the law.

Bill could be fiery and he had the broken nose scars to prove it.  ‘And I don’t need your bloody help, SIR’, mouthed Bill defiantly.

‘OY Andy!’, yelled Sergeant Eiser and the next thing Bill knew, he was lying over the bonnet of the ute, with his arm up his back in a half-nelson.  Bill was in Constable Andy Stagg’s vice-like grip and he wasn’t going anywhere.  Andy had been quietly waiting around the corner, just in case the matter proved troublesome and was there in a flash when called on.

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Police in uniform in Brisbane around 1949. The Tambo Police Sergeant and Constable Andy would have been dressed similarly to the officers in the middle on the picture. Picture from thetannykid in flickr.

 

With Bill now more cooperative, Sergeant Eiser checked Lynda’s napkin.  Fortunately for Bill, he had recently changed it and it was dry.

Now the lecture began in earnest.  And Bill just had to cop it thanks to Andy.

‘I should put you in the lockup and the only reason I’m not, is that we don’t have a place for those children.’ the Sergeant lectured.

‘Now you – get home – right now!!’, he ordered.

‘And don’t forget, we’re watching you!’, he warned.

Shaken and subdued, Bill got into the ute and hightailed it for the Oil Rig.

 

 

On the way home, he hit a big boer pig and stoved in the mudguard of the ute as he rammed it into the bank of a cutting.

He bragged about ramming the pig for years but not so much the rest of the story.

(**Editor – The source of this story is Bill himself.  He had the ability to laugh at himself.  He could have taken this story to his grave because no-one present at the incident was seen again after 1958, but he revealed this and a few others interesting tales that are part of who he was.)

 

 

 

 

 

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