This is a collection of raw material dating back to the 1950s by journalist John Stapleton. It incorporates photographs, old diary notes, published stories of a more personal nature, unpublished manuscripts and the daily blogs which began in 2004 and have formed the source material for a number of books. Photographs by the author. For a full chronological order refer to or merge with the collection of his journalism found here: https://thejournalismofjohnstapleton.blogspot.com.au/
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Tuesday, 1 December 1970
Sunday, 13 September 1970
Saturday, 29 August 1970
Early attempts at photography, Circa 1966.
Early attempts at photography, Circa 1966.
Including scenes around 123, now 137 Wallamutta Road, Newport.
The street, the front entrance, the back of my father's shed, he was always building things, and a view out the window of a Cessna when we took a trip around Australia. That same street is now lined with million dollar homes. My father bought the block for 50 pound.
Tuesday, 25 August 1970
Saturday, 22 August 1970
Monday, 17 August 1970
Saturday, 25 July 1970
Thursday, 23 July 1970
Wednesday, 22 July 1970
Saturday, 18 July 1970
Friday, 17 July 1970
Wednesday, 15 July 1970
Wednesday, 1 July 1970
Tuesday, 30 June 1970
Note to Miss Minto, Circa 1970.
I was briefly working as a cleaner in Chelsea, London, long story, and had just moved into a new flat.
Even then, Chelsea was London's millionaire row and they would regularly throw out what to me as an impoverished young man who would ride the underground just to stay warm, was perfectly good material.
This day this woman had thrown out a whole lot of high quality cutlery and crockery and I decided that instead of putting them out in the garbage I would take them home.
The police picked me up going down into the underground n the way home and accused me of stealing them.
They refused to believe anyone would throw out such high quality goods, but eventually listened to me long enough to go to this woman's plush doorstep.
Miss Minto, a pleasant younger woman from Canada I think, dripping wealth, looked rather surprised to see the cleaner of her apartment building standing there with two policemen on either side, but confirmed that indeed she had thrown the goods out.
The police became quite friendly after that, and we drove around aimlessly for a while before their radio went off for another job, and they dropped me off at Earl's Court, because to them all Australians came from Earl's Court.
It was nowhere near where I was living.
Even then, Chelsea was London's millionaire row and they would regularly throw out what to me as an impoverished young man who would ride the underground just to stay warm, was perfectly good material.
This day this woman had thrown out a whole lot of high quality cutlery and crockery and I decided that instead of putting them out in the garbage I would take them home.
The police picked me up going down into the underground n the way home and accused me of stealing them.
They refused to believe anyone would throw out such high quality goods, but eventually listened to me long enough to go to this woman's plush doorstep.
Miss Minto, a pleasant younger woman from Canada I think, dripping wealth, looked rather surprised to see the cleaner of her apartment building standing there with two policemen on either side, but confirmed that indeed she had thrown the goods out.
The police became quite friendly after that, and we drove around aimlessly for a while before their radio went off for another job, and they dropped me off at Earl's Court, because to them all Australians came from Earl's Court.
It was nowhere near where I was living.
Monday, 29 June 1970
Thursday, 25 June 1970
Wednesday, 24 June 1970
Monday, 22 June 1970
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