All Donations to support the maintenance and upkeep of our Memorial Walls are gratefully accepted via Direct Debit
(Reference: “Memorial Walls”)
The Greater Bank, BSB: 637 000 Account # 720 223 155
The Association is a charitable organisation registered with the Australian Charities and Not-for-profits Commission and all donations are tax deductable – ABN 38 215 922 527
The Rathmines Memorial is erected on land donated by Lake Macquarie City Council, now known as Catalina Park. The walk along a paved, landscaped path leads to a structure with a Catalina propeller featured on top. Walls either side are inscribed with those who served at Rathmines and who died for their country, or have since died and had served on the base at Rathmines. The monument was officially unveiled and dedicated on September 16, 1972.
The Monument is constructed of stone brick, set on a plynth with a Catalina propeller mounted on the top.
A plaque affixed to the monument is inscribed:
“Dedicated to those who served at the R.A.A.F. Rathmines and to all associated with Flying Boats and Seaplanes 1939 – 1960.
Unveiled by Air Vice Marshall W. E. Townsend G.B. C.B.E. 16th Sept., 1972.”
The memorial has 4 stone brick walls to the front and facing the monument, with plaques of deceased personel who were associated with Seaplanes at Rathmines between 1939 – 1960.
One wall, (south side), is dedicated to those who served with the RAAF Sunderland Squadrons, 10 & 461.
Richard Udy. 2014 (ex 43 Squadron RAAF)
Why is this quiet place of beauty now to be remembered
This sparkling water, those nearby hills, tight eucalypt stacked
“Rath”is a fort, an ancient structure from old Celtic days
Built to defend a people wantonly attacked.
So here, in years gone by this fort of Rathmines
Throbbed with the roar of labouring engines and the buoyant life
Of valiant warriors training as crews together their encounters
‘gainst enemy fleets, close hidden in far harbours,
waiting to strike and take our homeland for their own design.
Here too sound echoes of those larrikin days and serious,
Those faces we remember, friends for whom we grieve.
This is the place, so tangible and vibrant, they were here!
And we can almost catch a glimpse of them and hear
Those old Cat songs; that shouted greeting and that genuine grin,
. . . . . . . . . but then,
There are so many who have not returned to greet us,
Lying in unknown places now, some foreign ports,
Vanished without trace in seascapes wild with storm
Or blasted from the sky on treacherous mining runs.
Sure, there were those who made it through the conflict
And played their part to build this nation’s place
In a new world of hopes and dreams, new confrontations.
But come what may in days ahead to threaten or enthral this land
We will, by this quiet consecrated place, remember
Those youthful heroes and that gallant band.