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The gang disbanded

After Mrs Cameron kicked us out.

Why? Maybe …

Setting her fence afire

While burning plastic from wire.

Geoff Jones**, another gang-member,

Fell backwards from the tree-house,

Landed on a brick-pile.

Convinced he was dead,

But he stood up and laughed.

From then, to us, he was invincible.


* This is another Short Memory thanks to Bill Joyner. When he set me this material his closing line about our gang was:

Imagine today if such a gang of 10 year olds was uncovered! It would make the national news.

There would undoubtedly be outrage.

** Geoff wasn’t in the photo I posted in yesterday’s Short Memory. He is in the photo of 4th Class at Penrith Primary. He is front row, 3rd from the right. Peter Cameron, who had the tree in his backyard is in the 2nd row, far right.

1965 Penrith Primary – Class 4A

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Bill Joyner writes:


Dipped into the box of sacred objects,

For my original tree-house gang knife,

Out of Bill Joyner’s box of sacred objects – the knife that united the treehouse gang.

Kershaw & Elliot** did the deal.

They were bought in bulk, about eight I think,

With money raised by collecting bottles

And “gathering” copper wire,

Which we sold to the scrappie on the highway.


* With Bill Joyner supplying this image and also some extra information, I thought we should revisit Memory #38. I’ve altered his words slightly to accommodate my 50-word rule. There will be more on this – Bill has some great memories.

** Kershaw & Elliot – Peter Kershaw & Ian Elliot. They are in the back row of the class photo – Ian is 5th from the left and Peter next to Ian (6th from left). Bill is in the 2nd row, 2nd from the left. Bill also gave me a couple of extra names.

Click the photo and it will open the Short Memory (#70)  that has the names.

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Pushbikes – back-pedal brakes.

Neighbourhood kids join together to form …

The village peleton.

Touring Kingswood, Werrington, Cambridge Park.

Taking the group into untarred Guildford Rd.

Front wheel hits rock. Wrong angle. Down.

Everyone evaded … except one.

Who rode straight over me.

Dusty tyre tread mark follows the line of the spine.

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The tree-house at the back of Cameron’s Bakery was the HQ of our gang, our boy’s club.

Cameron's Bakery on High St - HQ for the secret gang.

By invitation only.

Money saved, club pocket-knives purchased (stored at HQ beyond inquisitive parental gaze).

Comrades in arms, swashbuckling adventurers.

In a secret place.

Under a secret oath.

Blood brothers.

All for one …

4 members that I can recall - Peter Kershaw, Ian Elliott, Peter Cameron (of the bakery), me.


* Treehouse – an imaginative – even romantic view – of a few planks of wood and an access rope.

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