Barney McMahon
1972-1974 Form 1A, 2B, 3G1
Bar, Nai & Nual = me
(the missus and our granddaughter
2004)
Updated May 2011 In Memory of Barney. I have received confirmation from various sources that Barney passed away early this year from cancer. Thank you Trish for contacting me. |
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Update October 2008
Since my last contribution to this page, I have had a few changes. I survived a liver transplant in 2006 and have been living in Vanuatu for the last year, I am the Engineering Manager for Air Vanauatu. If you remember me, please feel free to drop a line, I am very big into nostalgia. Cheers
June 2005
What can I say about those incredible years at RAAF School Penang? When I was told about this site, (thanks to Trish Lucas), I logged on and was filled with great memories I hadn’t thought about for a long time.
It is a little scary to think, (in
my case), that it was over thirty years ago since I first ventured into RSP, I
still have fond memories of the incredibly short school uniforms the girls wore,
(if that wasn’t good enough, they made them virtually see through!!). The
fire drills where a lot of us learnt to smoke, the dances and our ahead of our
time fashion sense, Nosey Parker trying to decapitate himself on a kampong clothes
line riding whilst annoying the locals on our bikes, and so on….. It doesn’t
get any better for teenagers. We were the luckiest kids in the world and probably
more than a few of us knew it, we certainly did when we got back to the real world!!
Wayne Christiansen and Barney
Joeys Dance 1972
Visiting other countries and cultures on our holidays
affected me more than I realised, I ended up joining the RAAF, (I know, we all
said, no way we would, but I did catch up with a few of you over the years in
uniform!!), and made my way back to Butterworth. I completed my nine years and
since then have been cruising around the aviation world, I have been fortunate
and my work has taken me to few exotic spots and a lot of not so exotic places
in the world. All in all I have enjoyed it.
Joeys Dance
Returning from a Nepal/Bangladesh contract, a few years
ago in Thailand, I was lucky enough to meet my wife, she has twenty-year-old son
and a beautiful three and a half-year-old grand daughter who is horrified of me.
Not too many white faces in Chonburi I guess.
Anyway, if anyone remembers
me and would like to drop a line, I would be thrilled. Allow me a bit of time
to answer as I am currently working in New Guinea on a month on month off basis,
so only get to do my e-mails every second month. Looking forward to hear from
you.