Ordnance Factory Maribynong(25.1.04 for Frank Mc Gee)Talking with Frank about my father (a skilled engineer who worked in armaments World War 2 at the Ordnance Factory Maribyrnong) how he bore down gun-barrels with demanding accuracy honing and refining them to the enth degree how he desperately wished to commit to the war of the day he was fitted out with his air-force uniform (and looking so handsome) war was declared officially over. What I shared must have touched him to grant me a glimpse of his Irish magic - a tiny miracle he later concocted in remembrance of my father. Next month at the Celtic Club he handed me a gift carefully wrapped in soft white tissue it was a glossy white ceramic mug - plain - except for words inscribed in black 'Ordnance Factory Maribyrnong' Pamela Sidney 2004 |