Monday, June 30, 2025

Blog 291 – The Distance From Lancashire to Here, Part 1 – 30 June 2025



My purpose is to give hope to those who have lost hope.

Without hope, we remain lost in the Shadow Lands.


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My name is John Hankin.  I was born in Liverpool in 1949 when Liverpool was still a city in the County of Lancashire.  Mum and dad often told me that I came from Liverpool, Lancashire, England.  My elder brother Bill was also born in Liverpool.  The County of Lancashire that Bill and I were born into, no longer exists.  From the 1st of April 1974, the former County of Lancashire was abolished and the part of Lancashire which had included Liverpool became part of the new Metropolitan County of Merseyside.

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My dad was Thomas Clifford Hankin.  He was a sheet metal worker.  He served with the RAF from 27 September 1940 until 21 May 1946.  After induction and training, Cliff served until early in 1944 as a member of Ground Crew with Bomber Command.  Ground Crew made sure the planes could fly and patched them up when (and if) they returned from bombing raids on enemy targets.  Throughout WW2, the men who served as aircrew in Bomber Command suffered huge rates.  Working in Bomber Command was very unsafe.

Wiki says Bomber Command suffered a 44.4% casualty rate – and that it was more dangerous to serve as a Bomber Command aircrew than it had been to serve as a soldier on the Western Front in WW1.

… more people were killed serving in Bomber Command than in the Blitz, or the bombings of Hamburg or Dresden.

In September 1940 when Cliff joined Bomber Command, the only British offensive operations against Nazi Germany were those carried out by Bomber Command.

In September 1940 when Cliff joined Bomber Command, the only country standing in the way of a world filled with barbarism was the United Kingdom of Great Britain.

In September 1940 when Cliff joined Bomber Command, “common sense” said that victory over Nazi Germany was completely impossible – but Cliff and millions of other Britons decided to ignore “common sense”.  They refused to live in a world without hope.

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Cliff tried to enlist in the Army when Germany invaded Poland shortly after World War II began on 1 September 1939.  The Army rejected him because he was a tradesman.  Cliff had become a qualified sheet metal worker shortly after his 18th birthday on the 25th of February 1938, nearly 18 months before the war started. 

The government had decided qualified tradesmen would be more useful if they practised their trade.  There were plenty of potential soldiers but there were not enough qualified tradesmen. 

Serving as a tradesman in the RAF was not a “soft” option but an extremely hard one.

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Early in 1944, Cliff’s RAF service became even harder.  

Bomber Command was suffering such huge casualties that ground crew were invited to volunteer as aircrew – and Cliff volunteered.  In his aircrew capacity, Cliff served as an “Observer”.  His job was to spot German fighter aircraft before they could shoot down his own plane – a Lancaster Bomber.

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http://www.ww2wings.com/wings/britainraf/britainrafobserver.shtml 

Royal Air Force - Observer 


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A Lancaster bomber. 

Cliff’s job for most of the war was to make sure the bombers under his care were safe to fly.  This often meant he had to remove bodies and body parts from planes that had made it home, but suffered damage.  The aircrew were not statistics to him.  They were his friends.  He suffered greatly when they did not come home.

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My mum was Josephine (Josey) Wood.  She was born on 9 May 1924.  Her father was William George (Bill) Wood, born in 1891.  Bill Wood’s father (also called Bill) had been a labourer, but with the invention of electricity, his son Bill Wood saw an opportunity to become an electrician and became a ship’s electrician.  In 1938, he was Chief Electrician on the MV Leighton and at sea when he had a heart attack.  My grandfather was put ashore in Antwerp to die and his death occurred on 20 May 1938.  Josey had just turned 14 when her father Bill Wood died at age 46.  My grandmother Annie Grant became solely responsible for 6 children aged 23, 18, 16, 14, 12 and 10.  Josey was 14 years old and went to work at the local fish and chip shop.  Her mother let her keep six pence – the equivalent of £1.67 in 2019 currency and a lousy pittance even then.

When the war began, Josey had left the fish and chip shop and was working for Littlewoods Pool Company in Liverpool.  Littlewoods was a very large betting agency which made most of its money by accepting bets on football.  When war started, Littlewoods Headquarters building was requisitioned by the UK Government and became a factory for making bomb components, barrage balloons and woollen material.  

Munitions factories were prime targets for the Luftwaffe.  

After Littlewoods, Josey spent the balance of the war working in munitions factories.  Apart from the Luftwaffe attacks on munitions factories, munitions factories were inherently very dangerous places to work.  If handled incorrectly, munitions do precisely what they are supposed to do – they blow up, killing and maiming those in the vicinity.

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By helping others to heal

We help yourself to heal

Give abundant Love

Always

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Courage is the only way that we can ever create the Paradise that should be here on Earth.

Hatred only perpetuates the Hell we have already made for ourselves. 

My parents were astonishingly brave – and they were astonishingly poor.

Bravery multiplies with use.  Poverty has no effect on the amount of courage we can find within ourselves.


Saturday, June 28, 2025

Blog No. 290 – Travelling to Plitvice, Croatia Part 2 – 28 June 2025

 


My purpose is to give hope to those who have lost hope.

Without hope, we remain lost in the Shadow Lands.


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The official name of Plitvice is Plitvice Lakes National Park.  This is how Wiki describes Plitvice.

Plitvice Lakes National Park is one of the oldest and largest national parks in Croatia. In 1979, Plitvice Lakes National Park was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage list, for its outstanding and picturesque series of tufa lakes, caves, and connected waterfalls.[2]

The national park was founded in 1949 and is in the mountainous karst area of central Croatia, at the border with Bosnia and Herzegovina. The important north–south road that passes through the national park area connects the Croatian inland with the Adriatic coastal region.

The protected area extends over 296.85 km2 (114.61 sq mi). About 90% of this area is part of Lika-Senj County, while the remaining 10% is part of Karlovac County.


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Me in Plitvice Park on the 2nd of October 2013.

John Hankin photo taken 2nd of October 2013.


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Near the entrance of Plitvice National Park..

John Hankin photo taken 2 October 2013

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Plitvice National Park.

John Hankin photos taken 2 October 2013.

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You can just see the colour of the water in the pool at the bottom of the steep descent into Plitvice.  It was a cross between blue and green – a colour I had never seen before when exploring Australian national parks.

John Hankin photo taken 2nd of October 2013.

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Another photo of the sight that greeted us as we descended into Plitvice Park.

John Hankin photo taken 2 October 2013.

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We did not need to get the bus from Korenica to Plitvice.  We were given a lift.

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By helping others to heal

You help yourself to heal

Give abundant Love

Always

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Entry Made at 3:10 pm on Wednesday 2 October 2013

This is the second entry made in the guest house at Korenica.  A Swiss couple booked into the guest house at about 10:00 pm last night.  They had their own car and were also going to Plitvice this morning.  They gave us a ride, so we didn't have to get the bus.

We got to the Plitvice National Park at about 10:00 am.  We started walking after a coffee next to the entrance gates.

The Park is very big.  It is surrounded by mountains and consists of a series of lakes.  The Park was teeming with water - streams and lakes - mountains, greenery everywhere, plus tourists - even this late in the season.  There was a noticeable chill in the air and the leaves on the trees were starting to go orange.

The entrance ticket included the cost of rides on ferries across the lakes and rides on "trains" around the lakes.  The "trains" are buses that tow two additional carriages.

We got the 2:30 pm bus back to Korenica.

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The Singing Park

(Wednesday 2 October 2013 at 3:20 pm)


Plitvice is full of life,

Its singing can be heard from far away.

As you walk past the ticket office, the singing becomes a many voiced choir.

Walk deep into the Park and individual soloists can be distinguished.

There are so many trees;

So much greenery.


Surely Plitvice is a rainforest.

Individual trees sing softly.

When there are many thousands of trees all grouped together,

The soft individual voices become a majestic chorus.


The singing of the water is an insistent refrain;

It isn't simply the water running in the streams and waterfalls.

The lakes sing too.

Get close to the waterfalls and their song is deafening.

Pull away just a little and the harmony whispers at your ears.

Listen to the running streams.

Some are wide giants of water.

Some are tiny flowing droplets.


The running streams chorus their life in harmony to the waterfalls.

What do the lakes sing?

The lakes sing of the life cycle that never ends.

They lap softly where the water touches the edges of the lakes.


The lakes provide more than a soothing lullaby.

In the morning, the lakes were a bright blue in colour;

The blue of a pearl glistening in the sun.

As the Sun changes its position,

The lakes change their colour.

They become green;

Fed by the water.


The fish have their own special role in this melody.

Small schools of fish barely 100 millimetres long position themselves in the current.

There are also larger fish;

Some are 250 millimetres or more in length.

They lazily flip through the water.

What role do the fish have in the musical chorus?

They sing in counter harmony to the water.

They have their own play list of songs and they sing every song in the list.


People are attracted to the Park.

They hear its singing,

Even when they think they are visiting a tourist attraction.

The people add their own refrain to the song that is Plitvice.

Every time they stop, look and admire,

They increase the intensity of the Plitvice song.

What is the result of all this?

This is a Park that is full of life;

Because this is a Park that sings.


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Courage is the only way that we can ever create the Paradise that should be here on Earth.

Hatred only perpetuates the Hell we have already made for ourselves.