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Milton Goldsborough whilst not the first to enlist of the Goldsborough sons, he was the first to embark Australia en voyage to Egypt and the Great War in Europe on the 20th of December 1915. Milton's later endeavours to join sibling brothers on The Western Front are somewhat embellished by a colourful record of numerous disciplinary indiscretions for misconduct including insolence, AWL, contempt, insubordination and even "stow-away" onboard a troop ship. His WW1 service reads more like the Charge Sheet for a "Bowery felon".
As the youngest of William Frederick Goldsborough's sons to enlist at 18 years, his age probably attributed more to his behavior and adolescent rebelliousness, following in the footsteps of his older delinquent brother Hector by example, with an obvious irreverence for military regimen.
In November of 1918 France, a Military Courts Marshall sentenced Milton to 60 days imprisonment for AWL as a repeat offender. He then absconded from custody (more than once), prior to being incarcerated and on one occasion was apprehended at Boulogne, a seaside village on the coast of France not far from Calais. Here, Milton was no doubt taking time-out to savor the hospitality of the local Bed and Breakfast and enjoy a little R & R, where he was arrested and detained. A second trial in December 1918 sentenced Milton to a term of 6 months penal servitude.
Milton's initial detention was served at No.5 Military Prison in France, then transferred after demobolisation to Folkestone and finally H.M. Prison, Norwich - England. Discharged from Dorchester Prison on commutation, he returned home in mid 1919, some 8 months after German capitulation and Armistice ............................ True to the spirit, an Aussie Larrikin!
Summary of AIF service
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Sadly, both brothers pre-deceased Milton in the battlefields mud of the Somme - 1917.
Hector
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Roy
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All volunteers, Aussie "Diggers" were not respondent to the jurisdiction of British military law as were conscripts of most Imperial & Allied Forces. Milton, under any other circumstances (or from any other nation), would have been sentenced to death for desertion and "shot at dawn"............the fate of many other unfortunate compatriot souls.
Check out the home-page of this site www.janpieterchielens.be/shotatdawn/page3.html , which is dedicated to the shameful indictment of WW1 military injustice dealt to those suffering from "shell shock", and convicted of cowardice or desertion. Navigate down the left margin for The Australian Experience.
The Goldsborough Family in Australia
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A man deep in thought
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The side of my computer, Deep Thought, named after the computer in "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" that revealed that the answer to life, the universe and everything is 42. Filled with stickers, including ones from "Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends," "Arthur," "Strawberry Shortcake," "Shrek: The Musical,"Ratatouille" and more. You can also see my external DVD drive, which has Mr. Turtle, Strawberry Shortcake, Tyrone from "The Backyardigans," "Joe from "Blue's Clues" and a random "Franklin" sticker.
So, when I moved to Michigan from Tennessee I had to update my driver's license, of course.
I dutifully checked the requirements at the State of Michigan's DMV website for all the documentation I needed to prove legal residency in Michigan & my US citizenship. Paperwork in hand, I headed off for what I believed would be an uneventful trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles. Or whatever they call their equivalent office here in Michigan.
When I arrived, I was delighted to discover the Turn-O-Matic contained the answer to the ultimate question. "That's a keeper!" It seemed an auspicious omen.
When it was finally my turn to dequeue, I presented the official checklist of documentation plus my corresponding trophies.
» Legal ID: Check (Tennessee driver's license).
» Proof of residency: Check (utility bill delivered to a local address with canceled stamp).
» Proof of US citizenship: Check (my birth certificate).
I was set to pass muster with flying colors till the clerk behind the counter noted, "You have a problem here,"she tapped my birth certificate. I knew there couldn't be a problem: I'd just had this certificate mailed to me from my home state. It was a legal document, state certified—with official-looking seals and all. (We'll leave off any discussion of my suspicious and possibly illegal adoption for some other time…)
"What's wrong?"
"This needs to be a U.S. birth certificate."
I looked again. Yep, my certificate. My home town. My home state. Everything looked fine. If it was counterfeit, at least it was a true counterfeit… "But it is. That's a United States certificate of live birth."
"No," she replied, "It's from New Mexico. It needs to be one of the United States."
"What?" I was stymied. "New Mexico *is* a state."
"No, it's not."
"Come again?" I was momentarily at sea... Finally I asked, "Do you have a phone book? I'll show you… it's one of the contiguous United States. It's west of Texas and east of Arizona but north of Mexico. It's the 505 area code. Have you seriously never heard of New Mexico?" I couldn't believe I actually had to say this… I thought it might be a joke. Was Ashton Kutcher lurking nearby? Allen Funt?
But, no.
Sensing my verbal flood was about to reinitialize, she excused herself to exercise one of her life-lines, retreating into a back office, certificate in hand. I believe it was time to call in the big-guns and consult with a superior officer.
No joy. She returned only to reiterate: "You need a birth certificate from a valid U.S. state. If you have a passport, though…?"
"You're kidding me, right? Seriously, give me a phone book, I'll show you a map. Surely you have a map of the United States here?"
Exasperated, she exercised the second of her life-lines and turned to the clerk working one station over.
"Hey, Tammy ... 'New Mexico,' is that a state, or what?"
Tammy looked at her like maybe she'd just spoken in tongues and tentatively answered, "Yes…?"
"Well, I guess this will do, then…"
And just like that, I became a citizen once again.
Which leads me to wonder… what if I didn't have a valid birth certificate? Could I truly have bluffed my way through?
In our effort to deny aid and comfort to the terrorists and Martians lurking among us, no matter the checks and balances we put into place at our state departmental licensing bureaus, it all falls apart when confronted by the all-too fallible judgment of the occasionally undertrained and undereducated people behind the counter.
And the lack of a good map.
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You may have heard of Lady Marmalade, but she does not compare to The Divine Lady Mango Spread, in which she is attempting to be shy... It ain't working here, missy! That smile is infectious...It makes me wonder about what is she thinking...
Taken at Ollie's Trolly restaurant, a great hole-in-the-wall lunch joint with great (not-so-healthy) grub.
Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42!
(The Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy)
Also happens to be Day 42 of my 365!
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Man sitting alone in a cafe; seem to be looking through the window but all he sees are thoughts that's running in his head.
Near Pilot Knob State Park - Iowa
As you can see, the color in our neck of the woods is not exceptional this autumn. But the earthy contrasts, painted clouds and soft tones were appealing.... just playing with the sunlight!
It's were I hike, think deep thoughts, and loose track of time! Oh yeah, and always have my camera... just in case!
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What if the Stay Puft marshmallow man were made of tuna instead?
#deepthoughts #tuna #yum
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As I was getting out of the Virgin River from shooting the grand landscapes of the canyons I noticed this scene. Of course I was the one telling the few others I was with that I was ready to go, while they all were packing up from this spot.... and then, oh no wait, I have to shoot this. How many times before have we all heard this or said this! Well, I was glad I took the time to photograph it. As I have said before abstracts are not for everyone. Some photographers I know never shoot them. For me I like the intimate side of nature as much as the larger intake of landscapes. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Thanks for dropping by.
Update: If you saw this a few days ago and are bothered by images moving around in your contact updates here is the reason why.... I got pulled away from my computer when I was putting this up online originally. Then when I went to actually make it available, a day and a half later, I had not updated the post time. So that is the gist.
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A beauty dish in front of her. A softbox below her. I asked her to close her eyes and take a deep breath.
1/200 sec f13 135mm ISO100
The Neue Wache (New Guard House) is a building in central Berlin designed by the architect Karl Friedrich Schinkel. It has been redecidcated numerous times but most recently in 1993, as the "Central Memorial of the Federal Republic of Germany for the Victims of War and Tyranny."
At its heart now lies Käthe Kollwitz's sculpture Mother with her Dead Son. This sculpture is directly under the oculus, and so is exposed to the rain, snow and cold of the Berlin climate, symbolising the suffering of civilians during World War II.
In shadow it holds a ghostly mother and son silhouette.
I was thinking about you today and I do that a lot it seems. You're always in my heart by day, at night you drift into my dreams. I cannot shake these feelings for you,
but then I'd never had a desire to. The blessing of our love and friendship, is something I want to share with you. (excerpt from THOUGHTS OF YOU by Author: Thomas E. Napper)