Krieg Terry
| Type of person | Individual |
|---|---|
| Date of birth | 1938 |
| Place of birth | Kapunda |
| Date of arrival | 1939 |
| Date of death | 11-6-2021 |
I was born at Kapunda in 1938 , just before the start of World War 2, to Walter, a baker and Grace, a nurse. Dad’s father, was the last of fifteen children of my great grandparents who settled in the Barossa Valley in 1847. They came from Posen in Germany. I was the last of three children, having an older sister and brother. We moved to Gawler in 1939 where my earliest memories were of living next door to an elderly couple who were retired farmers from Kimba. I completed most of my primary and secondary education in Gawler with my final secondary year being done in 1955 at Adelaide Boy’s High School. We lived in quite austere conditions in Gawler. It was a time of “no mod cons’ and as there was a war being fought, scratching a living for my parents was pretty tough. However, overall I enjoyed a happy childhood and had lots of fun with a very large extended family including three grandparents, fourteen aunts and uncles and twenty eight cousins. Living off the land was almost mandatory in those times and so, following tuition from my father, grandfather and a couple of uncles, I became a very competent hunter and gatherer. Rabbits and pigeons were the main meal targets. I trapped, ferreted, snared and shot thousands of them during those early years. By then, both of my siblings had become teachers. My sister was a brilliant classical pianist and taught music. My brother became a science teacher and much later a geologist with the Mines Department. We had no radio, TV had not been invented and so home entertainment came from my sister playing Beethoven [still my most loved composer], Grieg, Chopin, Schubert and others. Dad like several other older German blokes played a button accordion. We had several in the house and my brother picked one up at three years of age and played a tune. He trumped me. I was four before starting to play. I still play occasionally [very badly]. Ask Jack and Barb Davies.
I commenced primary teacher training in 1956 at Adelaide Teacher’s College and moved to Wattle Park in 1957. Teacher training was punctuated with three months National Service done at the Woodside Army Barracks. I completed three years teacher training and in 1959 was appointed to Millicent High School to teach secondary students. I was twenty years old. Apart from beginning my career, I became involved in community activities including sports, the church, which has always been an important part of my life and the theatre. I played football for Millicent in the strong South East and Border League, lots of tennis [not very well] and performed in many plays for the Millicent Company of Seven. I was a regular worshipper at St. Michael and All Angels ,I became a Lay Reader for the church, sang in the choir, organized a youth group and generally had a very busy time in my years in Millicent. At the end of my third year of teaching, I met my future wife Geraldine. She had been in year 10 when I started teaching. Friends jokingly accuse me of taking “a child bride.” I’m very glad that I did for we married on the hottest January day in 1965. By that time, I had moved to Heathfield High School. We set up house there, then in Stirling followed by a year in Bridgewater. While teaching full time I was studying part time at the University of Adelaide in an effort to finish my Bachelor of Arts degree. It was full on with little time for sport. I did however manage to help out with church services in the Crafers parish. I discovered Geology and studied it at the time. And so began a 45 year love affair with it.
In 1967, I was promoted to Senior Master in Geography at Port Lincoln High School where I had oversight of thirteen geography teachers and about 500 students who were studying it. I became a colleague of some notable characters [teachers] at the school including K.K.M. Smith [Rock Jaw], Nancy Collinson and part time bookie, John Pope. We had our first child [Matt] soon after our arrival and by 1974 had three more, Nick, Emma and Lucy. I organized a programme of camps and excursions for the students to all parts of SA,”walked the boards” in both the annual school production and for the Port Lincoln Players. My two most memorable roles were of playing Fagin in “Oliver” during a school production and playing Sweeny Todd in Dion Manthorpe’s production of that melodrama. In the early 70’s, Colin Brideson arrived as principal and it was he who gave the OK to introduce Geology to the year 12 curriculum. I was in teaching heaven and over the following 20 years taught it to many hundreds of students. And the required field work component in the course enabled me to include a school camp to the Flinders Ranges. Ian Abbott and I took the Geography and Geology students there every year for many subsequent years. The Flinders had become my second home [they still are]. They became even more so when I introduced bushwalking to the students. We did a Flinders walk every year. I was assisted by Geraldine, Kevin Vigar and Peter Clutterbuck. I had become interested in walking following meeting Warren Bonython and walking the Willouran Ranges with him in 1975 and later around Lake Eyre in 1982. I wrote a book “Walking on Eyre” in 2002 to celebrate that event. We launched it at Arkaroola in July 2002 as part of Arkaroola’s “Year of the Outback “ celebration.
In 1967 I played full back for Tasmans and enjoyed my first and only A Grade premiership. I was in the Mortlock Shield team as well for Lincoln City. We won that as well. I made a big mistake in playing again in 1968. It rained every Saturday during what turned out to be the wettest year on record. I played cricket for Tasmans as well for a few years and later captained them. I made a cricket comeback for Bostons in 1979 at the age of 41, bowling leg breaks and wrong’uns [eat your heart out Warnie]. I could turn the leggies a mile.[ask Ian Watherston]. It was fun. I coached Boston colts for three years and took them to a premiership as well.
From 1973-77, I spent 5 years as a Regional Advisory Teacher in Geography and with five other “experts” travelled the state helping teachers of Geography. My region was Eyre Peninsula and the Far North. I travelled a lot. In that role I used to organize various conferences for teachers and to bring them together to share ideas, and catch up with the latest developments in courses. In 1979, conservation had become the main game and Harry Butler came at my invitation to be leader for a state wide conference attended by 50 teachers. Harry has been back several times since as leader for other events I’ve organized. He’s a great teacher.
Music has been important in my life and I was delighted when Elaine Sleath introduced music into the curriculum in early 70’s. Music became very big over subsequent years and to help further development, I invited jazz great Don Burrows and his quartet to conduct workshops and play concerts for our kids. One such event saw 230 students from all over SA converge on Port Lincoln for a four day music event. Don’s been back on several occasions. I took him to Leigh Creek where he did workshops for all of the outback kids who were studying music. In 1991 he came with his quartet and played along with the Australian String Quartet and other music, theatre and performing groups at Eyre Fair, a two week Arts festival which I organized for Port Lincoln. During 1996 and having retired from teaching I co-ordinated EPIC, a major celebration of Eyre Peninsula and its people. All of the music, dance, paintings, stories were written and performed by EP people. We had 4000 people assembled at Tcharkulda Rock, dramatically floodlit by ETSA to enjoy the show. Robyn Archer came and loved it.
I retired in 1992 after 34 years teaching, having decided to try a new career. I established the world’s smallest business called TK Tours. The turnover was miniscule but I have had many years since of great enjoyment taking small groups, including some international tourists on journeys through the Flinders Ranges and the Outback. As part of that programme Geraldine and I have become co-ordinators of an ecospirituality programme which has been operating for the past 20 years under the auspices of the Anglican Diocese of Willochra. We’ve been conducting four programmes each year and about 1000 people in total have taken part. People from all denominations have attended and many of them come back every year. With Geraldine, I’ve been active, with Mrs Karen White of the Port Lincoln Health Services in conducting a programme for people going through the grieving process. That has been a most satisfying experience. Readers are probably aware that Geraldine is an artist and so in my spare time I try to become creative and help her with some of the menial tasks associated with her work. But on the creative side, I have tried writing some poetry of the geological kind. My poem Tcharkulda Rock was set to music and sung during Epic and the famous Brachina Gorge geological story has been celebrated with a CD featuring my verse and son Nick’s music. We launched the CD and Nick’s second CD at Parachilna as part of a family celebration mainly featuring Geraldine’s papier mache and silk art work.
Locals would be aware that I have been active in politics for most of my time in Port Lincoln. I had a brief 2 year stint on city council and from 1977- 1992 offered myself as a candidate for the ALP in the state seat of Flinders. It was never really a winnable seat for the ALP and so I was really only flying the flag for the party. It was an interesting time to say the least. My greatest success was in 1977 when I came second to Peter Blacker with the Liberals languishing in third place. They’ve done much better since. However, like so many other people, I’ve become rather disillusioned, indeed quite angry at the behaviour of many of our politicians of all parties. I resigned my ALP membership 5 years ago but have nevertheless continued to write letters to them and others about issues which are important to us all and especially the issue of our future energy supply and climate change. Locals would also be aware that in 1998, I made the outrageous [to many] suggestion that Australia should develop nuclear power. I’m still promoting that line and over the past 12 years have been making lots of speeches and doing radio appearances about nuclear power. I’ve been trying to educate people about the truth concerning the nuclear industry. As Geraldine keeps reminding me “Once a teacher, always a teacher.” Stay tuned readers. I intend saying lots more. I became a convert to nuclear in 1981 while on teacher exchange in Toronto, Canada . That’s where I learnt the truth about it and came not to fear it. Canada was also my first ever overseas experience and it was certainly a great year of discovery for our four kids as well as for ourselves. We made many good friends while there some of whom have come to Australia to visit and we have been back on two occasions ourselves. We got to know some from the US as well some of whom I have subsequently taken to the Flinders. Our kids in 1981 ranged in age from 6 to 14 and were all old enough to really get a lot out of the year. We lived on a five acre lot with a pony, two enormous cats [Squidge and Dorcas] and a delightful dog called Frodo. The girls went to a local primary school at Ballantrae . The boys went to Stouffville High School. I travelled daily 40 Km south on the 402 with two blokes from a neighbouring school . Common road kill were skunks. The smell lingered in the car right through to Toronto. It was vile. I taught geography only at three different levels, basic, standard and advanced. There were 1700 students in the school and 110 teachers. Living near a big city [2.5 million then] was a real eye opener for us all and a very enriching time. Geraldine and I got to three concerts at Massey Hall where we heard three of the greats of classical music, Isaac Stern, [violinst] Ytzak Perlman who staggered onto the stage with two sticks, slumped into a chair and then played the violin like you’ve never heard it played and Vladimir Ashkenazy [pianist]. He gave Adelaide the full Beethoven cycle [5 piano concertos and 9 symphonies[he played and conducted the lot] during the 1984 Adelaide Festival of Arts which Geraldine and I attended. We go to the festival every two years. There are four distinct seasons in Canada., a warm, humid [wet]Summer, a mild and incredibly beautiful [autumn leaves] Fall, a very cold, snowy Winter [it was -33 degrees celcius at home on one sunny Sunday morning] and a quite warm and somewhat sloppy [melting snow] Spring. We got to enjoy some cross country skiing and some ice skating [not me] during winter. The boys got into ice hockey with the neighbours on the many local ponds. And on our return, they brought home with them a dozen hockey sticks and a few pucks. Ice hockey is clearly the roughest and fastest game on the planet with regular punch ups between players occuring .
At 73, I’m no spring chicken as they say, but I like to think that I’ve still got enough energy to continue doing more in the Flinders Ranges and the Outback with anyone interested. Two couples from the US will be on tour with me in March and April next year and five other tours will occur between May and October. Meanwhile, back here in Port Lincoln I shall try to be a good husband, continue to keep improving our native garden, try to become self sufficient in vegetables, give my rock and mineral collection plenty of TLC, answer geological questions for people who want to show me their rocks [ask Des Woolford] and keep an eye on our four kids and especially our 8 grand children[ I’m hoping for one geologist at least amongst them] who are a source of great joy . I hope also to be able to do more fishing than in the past and also to do a bit more world travelling.
I’ve had a pretty full and interesting life so far. I’m hoping to build on it over coming years.
The Krieg history started in Posen, Germany where my great grandfather and grandmother were born. He was:
Carl Ferdinand KRIEG, b 30/9/1816 d 22/2/1894 at Lyndoch.
He married Anna Elisabeth LESKE, b. 27/7/1827, d. 10/1/1904 at Lyndoch.
They migrated to get a better life and to escape religious persecution in 1847. They left the port of Bremen on board the "Heloise." The ship berthed at Adelaide in March 1847. They first settled at Lobethal.
They had 15 children and my grandfather, Paul Heinrich KRIEG was the youngest. He was born 21/11/1873 and died 9/1/1937. Buried at Lyndoch as was his wife.
Paul married Clara Helene LINKE,born 10/4/1885 and they lived at Gawler River and worshipped in Buchsfelde church [now Loos].
Paul and Clara had 7 children.
1. Ernst Volrath KRIEG [uncle Dick] a baker and he married Leila Enid KENNEWELL. They had 5 children.[Thora, Ross,Clifford,Claudia and Norma]
2. Walter Philip Krieg [my father, known as Wal]. He married Grace Lavinia LODGE. They had 3 children [Colleen, Graham and Terrence [me]]
3. Arthur Oscar KRIEG [uncle Os] He married Ivy Maude VINALL. They had 2 children [Rex and Joan].
4. Agnes Vera KRIEG [auntie Vera]. She married Peter Joseph GALYARD. They had 1 child [Donald]. Donald died in a road accident aged 34.
5. Erhardt Harold KRIEG [Sonny - uncle Son]. He never married. Worked for baker brother [Dick] and spent 1941-1946 in the army.
6. Louise Rosa KRIEG [aunti Rose]. Married Maurice Dennis DWYER [uncle Pete]. They had no children.
7. Beate Charlotte KRIEG [auntie Lottie]. She married Cecil Alfred Robert Sweeney and they had 5 sons. Second son, Brian, drowned while yabbying at Redbanks with uncle Son who was unable to save him. [other sons were Noel, Roger,Kevin and Gordon].
Terry Krieg has written an extra recount, featured below, in regards to his school years 1944-1954.
MEMORIES OF LIFE IN GAWLER [ 1938-1958] WITH SPECIAL REFERENCE TO SCHOOL YEARS,[1944-1954] BY TERRY KRIEG.
I was born in 1938 at Kapunda just before the start of World War II but my first real memories were of living near the North Gawler railway station with a constant stream of Barwell Bulls and steam trains which picked up in the mornings and disgorged in the evenings, multitudes of factory workers who travelled to Adelaide and suburbs for work. Many of them rode their bikes to the station and parked them in the lane between our place and that of Mr and Mrs Thompson who were retired farmers from Kimba. I had settled on a career as an engine [locomotive] driver in the South Australian Railways soon after starting school in 1944. Imagine being in the same class as a kid whose father WAS an engine driver. That was Ronny Newberry and he used to accompany his dad on occasion IN the locomotive. He told us he used to help shovel coal into the loco's furnace. How lucky was Ronny!
I started school in 1944 in the middle of Summer. To me it always seemed hot with fair dinkum heat waves very common. Five or six consecutive days of 100 degrees Fahrenheit were common with hottest days sometimes over 110 degrees. It was bloody hot and certainly hotter than the current "record" heat waves we're constantly told we're having and which are leading to a "frying" planet by century's end. And all because of that rotten" gas of life", CO2, which we're pouring into the atmosphere from our burning of fossil fuels. It's a pity there's been no warming of the planet for the past 17 years despite an 8% increase of CO2 in the atmosphere over those years. So much for Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming,- now called climate change by the way. My Grade 1 teacher was Miss West [Elsie Annie], a local girl who actually had a car. She was pleasant enough though quite firm with us tiny tots. Among all of the other lessons, we had singing as well and she used to prowl around the class listening for anyone singing out of tune.We used the First Primer for our reading lessons, indulged in simple addition, subtraction and of course times tables in our maths classes. Tables were to be learnt by heart and I remember [being a bit of a cleverdick]having to stand in front of a class of grade IV 's to recite my 12 times tables. 12 times tables from a Grade I kid? Unheard of! Mental arithmetic was a big deal in our maths classes as well. Spelling, reading and writing were big as well. In Grade II, I had the bespectacled, Miss Mara, a nice, quiet, understanding lady who led us through the Second Primer in reading and helped us to hold our pencils correctly when writing. John Hastings was our GradeIII teacher, a lovely, gentle chap who never raised his voice.
It was a very comfortable class to be in. Mr. Hastings had escaped from the marginal farmlands in the north of the state. Before coming to Gawler, he was in charge of the school at Hammond, one of a number of small towns along the narrow gauge railway which serviced those farming centres. All of those towns and the railway closed many years ago but when a teacher myself during the 80's and early 90's I used to take my Year 12 geography and geology students on a field camp in the Flinders Ranges. On the way back, we would call in to see the delightful Mrs. Mary Markham, the sole resident then of Hammond and also the postmistress. She told our students about the early days of settlement and the railways on those marginal farm lands. In the school record book I noticed that John Hastings had been the teacher at Hammond in 1942.
In GradeIV, J.K.[John] Scholfield was my teacher. He was a pleasant and considerate bloke but like most male teachers those days, was armed with a cane. In his case, it was a short, quite thick piece of palm[no spikes] which he had named "Peter the pants patter." He'd deliver it ever so gently on the hand or the bum with the words "Bang Bang" and a wry smile. All very gentle, harmless and funny. We kids enjoyed him greatly. Around this time we had a special singing teacher, Mrs. Benion. She had settled in Australia from England. She was a diminutive lady with piercing eyes and wore substantial amounts of "lippy" and other make up. She could be quite "crabby" at times and so we didn't mess with her. She did have a fine singing voice and taught us poems and songs from famous English composers and writers, including Shakespeare. We sang "Where the bee sucks, there lurk I, In a cowslip's bell I lie. There I crouch when owls do cry, when owls do cry, when owls do cry. On a bat's back I do fly etc". Of course Alfred Lord Tennyson was a big favourite and we used to recite "The Brook" by Alfred Lord Tennyson." I come from haunt of coot and hern. I make a sudden sally and sparkle out among the fern, to bicker down the valley" etc and to the end "Where men may come and men may go, but I go on forever." Mrs. Benion's initials were O.M.C. Benion. I'll never forget Charlie Folland, Ron's younger brother saying to Mrs Benion one day, "I know what OMC Benion stands for Mrs. Benion." Do you Charles? "Yes" said Charlie. " Old Ma Cocky Benion." Charlie picked himself up off the floor having been knocked clean out of his seat by this small in stature lady. We were all pretty careful around Mrs Benion after that little episode.
The quiet, gentle teachers of the first four grades represented the "Calm before the storm" for in Grade V, we had an absolute tyrant, a spindly, height-challenged, Jekyll and Hyde character called Bill Mc Carthy. He was sometimes quite pleasant but had frequent bouts of brutishness when he would wield his cane most unmercifully. At times he was vicious and singled out a couple of boys for excessive treatment. The "cuts," numbering between two and six, were delivered with all of the force he could muster with the cane coming from way above his head. I was sickened by his treatment of one lad who shall remain nameless. But I shall never forget the Grade V sadist. He was a thorough going bastard. In Grade VI, we had Keith Horsnell, a pleasant, dedicated teacher who got on well with everyone. We liked him a lot and felt deeply for him when his eldest son died under tragic circumstances.
We got to GradeVII and were now in the hands of J.S [Jack]Clark. He became a state Labor politician many years later. Mr. Clark was an energetic and quite imposing figure, mostly pleasant and understanding but prone to bouts of short temper which occasionally exploded with devastating effects. Everyone froze as he suddenly took off down the aisle. "Who's he after?" We were all shaking. He passed me [phew] and Neville Warnest who was behind me. Then he swung around, and with a powerful open hand knocked Neville out of his seat and onto the floor. Everything went quiet after that. Jack Clark's son Bernard, was in the class and he and I shared the 'dux of the school" position in 1950. We were each awarded the Dr. Dawes gold medal in recognition of our dux of the school status.Ties for the medal were unprecedented [Bernie and I each got 95.6 out of 100] However, two girls, Glenice Percy and Elaine Thomas also tied for the medal in 1950.
To keep up with our progress during the year,we had a weekly test of mental questions,arithmetic,spelling and dictation [writing]. 50 marks out of fifty was called "full honours"and a progressive score of the number of full honours for eacg student was kept. Bernie Clark and I got 23 full honours that year. The most important manual task throughout the primary years,especially in gradeVII was hand writing. We had graduated to writing in ink by then using pens with nibs. Everyone took a turn to be ink moniotor which involved adding water to ink powder and pouring same into ink wells which were bored into our desks. The body had to be sitting up straight , feet flat on the floor and with the pen pointing at the shoulder. We had to write with a light upstroke and a heavier downstroke. They taught us to write in those days. I don't think they do these days.
Those primary school school years [1944-45] saw the last two years of World War II and I can remember an air raid shelter which had been dug in grandfathers back yard,. We kids used to play in it. There were black curtains in the house, pulled down at night to make everything black and therefore invisible to any potential enemy. We kids of course fought in the war and we used to make propellers out of bits of gum bark, then pretend we were either a "spitty" [spitfire] or a lancaster bomber as we charged down the school yard hill, shooting and bombing the "crap" out of the Japs and the Nazis. There were huge celebrations when the war ended,[I was seven years old]. We kids fashioned drums out of 4 gallon kerosene tins, hung them around our necks and marched up and down the streets banging them in celebration of war's end.
Jack Clark conducted our daily "saluting the flag" ceremony at school. He'd blow on a little tuner, wave a drum stick up and down twice as we all sang "Doh - Soh" before launching into the song of Australia. That was after we had saluted the flag."I love my country and the British Empire. I honour her king, king George the VI. I promise cheerfully to obey her laws." etc etc. Then we'd march around the yard behind the drum and fife band. Ronny Newberry played one of the side drums and being quite small, he wobbled around quite a bit as the drum swung around him as he marched. Occasionally we'd have to stand "on parade"perfectly still in 100 degree heat . It was murder and plenty of kids keeled over at times. It didn't pay to be out of step.
Sporting equipment was in short supply. There were a few medicine balls, a few cricket bats and balls [composition balls - of soft rubber] and stumps and bails and a few footballs. They were used continually during recess and lunch times. We invented a few games for ourselves, including "flyer" which involved placing a few short gum sticks several feet apart down a slope. Each player had to charge down the hill placing his/her feet between consecutive sticks and then taking a mighty leap after the last stick and marking with the last stick where that player had landed. The next player had to try to extend the last stick further. There were plenty of "gutsers" with grazes and ankle sprains resulting. There were two monstrous swings in the playground on Princes Park. We'd get on them, stand up, swing up to the horizontal, sit down and then as the swing came through, we'd bail out. We marked the landing spot for the next player to beat. We were airborne for two or three seconds and descended from a considerable height [3 or 4 metres at a guess] and travelling several metres before landing. We were nuts. It's a wonder no-one was killed. There were plenty of scrapes and bruises however.
Each year, we had a marbles [alleys,dooks, dates]season and everyone was playing for "keeps" Starries were favourite marbles as were the larger Tom Bowlers. In turn we'd "pink up."Closest to the ring into which each player had placed a marble, would shoot first and try to hit as many out of the ring as possible. If you "stuck fat", you put marbles you had scored back into the ring and retired from that game. The aim was to get as many marbles out as possible, including the last one. It was necessary to speed away as far as possible having hit the last one out of the ring. Everyone then had a shot at you. if someone'fluked" a hit, you forfeited the marbles to the hitter and then started the next game. When shooting your marble you were not allowed to "funnick" [jerk your hand in the direction of the target. ] Funnikers often had their shootin hand held by another player to ensure there was "no funnicking".My best day saw me home to mum at "winners of 32" That season I won over 300 "dates".
The school was next to the Gawler oval which had a trotting track around it. We kids would sit on the bank above the road watching streams of cars coming from Adelaide and surrounds to the trotting meetings. We'd each claim a car as it arrived much to the amusement of all of the other kids especially if it was seen as an inferior model. Occasionally we'd be treated to the passage of the "night cart" powered by one horse as it arrived to disgorge the previous night's collection of night soil. It had a bell and hence the definition of a "hum dinger." That's a night cart with a bell as we all know. Gee we had lots of laughs about the night cart but it was a vital service in those days. Few people had a septic tank with a pull chain toilet. Most dunnies in those days were "long drops", including ours at no. 3 King Street where we lived. Toilet paper came from the Advertiser at tuppence a copy. Not the best toilet paper by any means but we had something to read while "abluting."
In 1951, we all headed for high school. It was about half way up Lyndoch Hill on the way to Sandy Creek.We had a different teacher for each subject and in first year we studied nine subjects, English, Latin, French, Arithmetic, Algebra, Geometry, General Science, General Knowledge and Woodwork [the girls did Domestic Studies]. If you scored 85% or better in a subject you got a" credit". I got 9 subjects and 8 credits at the end of the year. But Keith Applebee from Two Wells cut me down to size.He got 9 subjects and 9 credits. A smart boy was Keith. W.T. J [Billie] Middleton was a noted science and maths teacher who used to put me in my place if straying. " Sit down Krieg - you make the place look untidy." Jock Chambers taught Book keeping but found himself teaching us Science in first year. There was Kingsley Fletcher for General Knowledge and Brian Cornelius for Woodwork. Aubrey Lange and Bertie Lamshed also taught Woodwork. Brian Cornelius and his wife Dawn, had 5 children with four of their names commencing with P. They were Peter, Paula, Petra and Patrice. The last girl was Dierdre I think. Jeff Sladden came to teach Physical Education while Ruth Simmonds taught English and French. She also had us for singing. A nice gentle man, Colin Mc Mutrie [Mookie] had us for Latin and I remeber him telling of a famous student translation [Latin into English] of Caesar adsum iam forte, Brutus aderat, Caesar sic in omnibus, brutus in is at. Caesar had some jam for tea, Brutus had a rat, Caesar was sick in an omnibus, Brutus in his hat.
As we progressed into the senior years J.W. Wilson took charge of chemistry and the Headmaster throughout those high school years was J.K.Nicholls. I finished at Gawler high school at the end of 1955. We had to go to Adelaide for Leaving Honours and so that's where I headed in 1955. I went to Adelaide Boys High School where I repeated my Leaving studies, having made a hash of it in 1955 at Gawler.
I commenced 1956 at Adelaide Teachers College where I began training to become a primary school teacher. Student teachers spent a few weeks at the end of each year doing some "prac teaching" I spent several weeks at the Gawler Primary School under the supervision of North Adelaide and state footballer, Don Lindner. He used to accompany the kids in singing lessons on a violin. He was a very competent violinist. In 1957, I spent the first 11 weeks of the year [Jan-March] at the Woodside army barracks doing "National Service" That's where we learnt how to be soldiers. Somehow, I was placed in C Company, 14 Platoon where all of the Port Adelaide and Broken Hill boys seemed to be. That was an eye-opener but we had lots of fun as we prepared to do our bit for the country. I was a pretty good shot having had lots of practice as a kid and in my teens. I outshot the Company captain one day on the rifle range. Over 25 yards, I shot a less than half inch group [5 shots] with two bullets very nearly going through the same hole. It surprised everybody, including me. There was lots of chaiacking among the trainee soldiers over their shooting skills. " You couldn't hit shit off a lamp post." and " You couldn't hit a cow in the arse with a hand full of wheat." being common put downs for those less skilled. In 1957, Wattle Park Teachers College opened and we primary school trainees were housed there. I did a third year at Wattle Park in 1958. That extra year there and at Adelaide University enabled me to have a secondary school appointment. And so, in 1959, at 20 years of age, I was appointed to Millicent High School to commence my teaching career. My wife Geraldine, then 15 and in Intermediate [Year 10] was a student at the school. It wasn't until she had turned 18 that we started dating.I'll tell you more about my years from age 20 to age 76 later on.
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Sadly we learnt that Terry Krieg passed away today - 11th June 2021
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[[Rememberer::Brian Thom ]] remembers: I can remember that in 1956 in Grade 7 at Gawler Primary School, Terry, in his role as a Wattle Park Teachers College trainee teacher, addressed the class on the benefits of learning Algebra. In 1959, Terry taught a number of us how to ring the unique octave of bells in Gawler's St Georges Anglican Church.
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