Paul Crossingham was born in the beautiful city of Coventry in 1949.Coventry in those days was the center of the car industry. Paul received his apprenticeship in fitting and Turning in 1971.Paul was especially close to his grandmother and he visited her where she lived on the North Yorkshire coast.
Paul was lucky to have lived in the 1960's but he admitted that the first music that he liked was the black soul and Detroit wall of sound bands.He liked George Harrison of the Beatles. One day he discovered Blues and was lucky enough to see some of the great Rhythm and blues artists from England including John Myalls Blues Breakers, The Rolling Stones and Rory Gallagher. But nothing could prepare Paul for the pure joy of seeing Eric Clapton Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce -Cream. Cream were his favourite all through his life.
On 22nd June,1971 he married Lesley and then started a family. Paul always had a wanderlust and within a year or so Paul set out on an adventure to South Africa. He worked in sugar mills though out South Africa and surrounding countries He loved the cuisine of Durban and still talked of his love of the street food which had an Indian influence.Paul could eat the hottest of chili without flinching or drinking milk. Incredible.
He loved the fiery curries and hot sauces and Chutneys of that part of the world. Paul visited the Victoria falls and worked in out of the way and rustic places.When he broke down one day on his way to work his car was surrounded by wild animals and he still laughed that he wasn't afraid of being eaten by lions.
The political situation in South Africa was changing so Paul packed up and went to Canada. He worked on diesel trucks in Calgary and also worked on the now infamous fracking machines for the oil industry.Paul told me that sometimes it was so cold that spanners and tools would take your skin off if you grabbed them without gloves.
Near Calgary there is a place that the First Nation people would drive Buffaloes across the prairie to a sheer drop and the poor creatures would be killed. It was called "Headsmashedinbuffaloejump" and Later when Paul came to Australia he gave the poster to me. The Calgary Olympic winter games was one of the highlights of his time there but the winter cold made Pauls wanderlust come back and He decided to come to Australia.
Paul and his family decided to come to Australia in 1988 and they went to Perth then Griffith and Doncaster.
I met Paul when he came to work at Henderson's FRS factory in Huntingdale. Henderson's was a hundred year old company which made all the car seats for the Australian Auto Industry. Paul was a fitter on Afternoon shift. I met him one night and we listened to the blues show on the radio and Paul was such a friendly knowledgeable and well spoken gentleman and so easy to talk to. it was Paul who came into my life a few months after my own father passed away.I honestly think that he was sent to me to help me discover more about myself.
Paul was always full of stories from Africa and Canada and tales of his family. Back in the 1930s some of his relatives were in the League of British Fascists but one story was about his brother who got into a fight with several big mouthed youths in a motorway Cafe and later found out they were members of the Who!!
Another was a Military Policeman who guarded Rudolf Hess on his peace mission to Britain.
Every week we would look at the trading post for vintage guitars and amps. Paul and I went to see blues legend Buddy guy at the old Greek theater in Richmond.
Paul and his wife started a shop in Kallista called Spirit Vision and it was a shop that specialised in Native American books. I was to become a buyer of a lot of Paul's books and I know that he didn't charge me full price on any of the wonderful books cards and artifacts that he sold me.
Paul was responsible for me meeting real Native American Medicine men including Beautiful Painted Arrow Joseph Rael, Ben Black Elk, Ed McGaa Eagle Man and Lame Deer. At one ceremony Paul gave my wife a beautiful Pendleton Blanket called Hopi Trails. Paul was always giving away crystals and books to his friends and customers.
Pauls other loves were the Blues and Guitars.
No account of Paul is complete without his love for Blues music. Paul was lucky enough to be a teen and in his twenties when The Cream Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix toured Britain. He was a big fan of George Harrisons guitar style and looks. In fact on our first meeting I commented that he was a George lookalike.
Paul got Bowel Cancer but was very brave and didn't make much of a fuss. He was happy to the end. We took him to a German restaurant in the Dandenong ranges and He ate all of what he selected and even sang along with the Bavarian Band.
What we didn't realise was that very day Paul had to catch a train to pay an outstanding bill in Balaclava. It was raining and very cold that day but Paul went on his own and when he got off at the station after a nearly two hour trip He walked the wrong way and was completely lost wet and all alone. A young man in a car saw him and picked him up and took him to the pawn shop where he had his Marshal Amp on hock. He paid the money and came all the way home. He had to walk in the rain the last kilometre up hill and he had collapsed and only just made it home.Of course he didn't say anything to us and only found out weeks later. The thought that he was cold wet and all alone still haunts me and he didn't even complain about that. This is one of the outstanding characteristics that made Paul such a good honest man. There was no way he was going to ruin the birthday dinner and let us down. The Amp was his pride and joy and now in the possession of another musician who would appreciate it.
Paul and I went for a boys day out at Healesville on the 20th May,2016. We listened to his favourite songs all the way and had many a laugh. He had a craving for a baked jacket potato with sour cream and melted cheese and he ate it with relish and happiness. We walked the Healesville labyrinth togeather. Paul talked about his plans for the future and how much he wanted to be around to see his grandchildren grow up, to fix his shed so he could fix up his white van and about his pets that he lost and about his big cat named Gypsy. He was so proud of his son Joe and his other son Mark. We also visited the shops and collected acorns from under the big oak trees. I have planted these and they are growing well. I think he had no plans to leave this world and wanted to live. How lucky to have spent these precious moments.
Paul was a massive Eric Clapton fan and ROLLING Stones fan and could easily play along with his records.
This is a work in progress lots more to come.
Paul was lucky to have lived in the 1960's but he admitted that the first music that he liked was the black soul and Detroit wall of sound bands.He liked George Harrison of the Beatles. One day he discovered Blues and was lucky enough to see some of the great Rhythm and blues artists from England including John Myalls Blues Breakers, The Rolling Stones and Rory Gallagher. But nothing could prepare Paul for the pure joy of seeing Eric Clapton Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce -Cream. Cream were his favourite all through his life.
On 22nd June,1971 he married Lesley and then started a family. Paul always had a wanderlust and within a year or so Paul set out on an adventure to South Africa. He worked in sugar mills though out South Africa and surrounding countries He loved the cuisine of Durban and still talked of his love of the street food which had an Indian influence.Paul could eat the hottest of chili without flinching or drinking milk. Incredible.
He loved the fiery curries and hot sauces and Chutneys of that part of the world. Paul visited the Victoria falls and worked in out of the way and rustic places.When he broke down one day on his way to work his car was surrounded by wild animals and he still laughed that he wasn't afraid of being eaten by lions.
The political situation in South Africa was changing so Paul packed up and went to Canada. He worked on diesel trucks in Calgary and also worked on the now infamous fracking machines for the oil industry.Paul told me that sometimes it was so cold that spanners and tools would take your skin off if you grabbed them without gloves.
Near Calgary there is a place that the First Nation people would drive Buffaloes across the prairie to a sheer drop and the poor creatures would be killed. It was called "Headsmashedinbuffaloejump" and Later when Paul came to Australia he gave the poster to me. The Calgary Olympic winter games was one of the highlights of his time there but the winter cold made Pauls wanderlust come back and He decided to come to Australia.
Paul and his family decided to come to Australia in 1988 and they went to Perth then Griffith and Doncaster.
I met Paul when he came to work at Henderson's FRS factory in Huntingdale. Henderson's was a hundred year old company which made all the car seats for the Australian Auto Industry. Paul was a fitter on Afternoon shift. I met him one night and we listened to the blues show on the radio and Paul was such a friendly knowledgeable and well spoken gentleman and so easy to talk to. it was Paul who came into my life a few months after my own father passed away.I honestly think that he was sent to me to help me discover more about myself.
Paul was always full of stories from Africa and Canada and tales of his family. Back in the 1930s some of his relatives were in the League of British Fascists but one story was about his brother who got into a fight with several big mouthed youths in a motorway Cafe and later found out they were members of the Who!!
Another was a Military Policeman who guarded Rudolf Hess on his peace mission to Britain.
Every week we would look at the trading post for vintage guitars and amps. Paul and I went to see blues legend Buddy guy at the old Greek theater in Richmond.
Paul and his wife started a shop in Kallista called Spirit Vision and it was a shop that specialised in Native American books. I was to become a buyer of a lot of Paul's books and I know that he didn't charge me full price on any of the wonderful books cards and artifacts that he sold me.
Paul was responsible for me meeting real Native American Medicine men including Beautiful Painted Arrow Joseph Rael, Ben Black Elk, Ed McGaa Eagle Man and Lame Deer. At one ceremony Paul gave my wife a beautiful Pendleton Blanket called Hopi Trails. Paul was always giving away crystals and books to his friends and customers.
Pauls other loves were the Blues and Guitars.
No account of Paul is complete without his love for Blues music. Paul was lucky enough to be a teen and in his twenties when The Cream Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix toured Britain. He was a big fan of George Harrisons guitar style and looks. In fact on our first meeting I commented that he was a George lookalike.
Paul got Bowel Cancer but was very brave and didn't make much of a fuss. He was happy to the end. We took him to a German restaurant in the Dandenong ranges and He ate all of what he selected and even sang along with the Bavarian Band.
What we didn't realise was that very day Paul had to catch a train to pay an outstanding bill in Balaclava. It was raining and very cold that day but Paul went on his own and when he got off at the station after a nearly two hour trip He walked the wrong way and was completely lost wet and all alone. A young man in a car saw him and picked him up and took him to the pawn shop where he had his Marshal Amp on hock. He paid the money and came all the way home. He had to walk in the rain the last kilometre up hill and he had collapsed and only just made it home.Of course he didn't say anything to us and only found out weeks later. The thought that he was cold wet and all alone still haunts me and he didn't even complain about that. This is one of the outstanding characteristics that made Paul such a good honest man. There was no way he was going to ruin the birthday dinner and let us down. The Amp was his pride and joy and now in the possession of another musician who would appreciate it.
Paul and I went for a boys day out at Healesville on the 20th May,2016. We listened to his favourite songs all the way and had many a laugh. He had a craving for a baked jacket potato with sour cream and melted cheese and he ate it with relish and happiness. We walked the Healesville labyrinth togeather. Paul talked about his plans for the future and how much he wanted to be around to see his grandchildren grow up, to fix his shed so he could fix up his white van and about his pets that he lost and about his big cat named Gypsy. He was so proud of his son Joe and his other son Mark. We also visited the shops and collected acorns from under the big oak trees. I have planted these and they are growing well. I think he had no plans to leave this world and wanted to live. How lucky to have spent these precious moments.
Paul was a massive Eric Clapton fan and ROLLING Stones fan and could easily play along with his records.
This is a work in progress lots more to come.
Paul Crossingham was born in the beautiful city of Coventry in 1949.Coventry in those days was the center of the car industry. Paul received his apprenticeship in fitting and Turning in 1971.Paul was especially close to his grandmother and he visited her where she lived on the North Yorkshire coast.
Paul was lucky to have lived in the 1960's but he admitted that the first music that he liked was the black soul and Detroit wall of sound bands.He liked George Harrison of the Beatles. One day he discovered Blues and was lucky enough to see some of the great Rhythm and blues artists from England including John Myalls Blues Breakers, The Rolling Stones and Rory Gallagher. But nothing could prepare Paul for the pure joy of seeing Eric Clapton Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce -Cream. Cream were his favourite all through his life.
On 22nd June,1971 he married Lesley and then started a family. Paul always had a wanderlust and within a year or so Paul set out on an adventure to South Africa. He worked in sugar mills though out South Africa and surrounding countries He loved the cuisine of Durban and still talked of his love of the street food which had an Indian influence.Paul could eat the hottest of chili without flinching or drinking milk. Incredible.
He loved the fiery curries and hot sauces and Chutneys of that part of the world. Paul visited the Victoria falls and worked in out of the way and rustic places.When he broke down one day on his way to work his car was surrounded by wild animals and he still laughed that he wasn't afraid of being eaten by lions.
The political situation in South Africa was changing so Paul packed up and went to Canada. He worked on diesel trucks in Calgary and also worked on the now infamous fracking machines for the oil industry.Paul told me that sometimes it was so cold that spanners and tools would take your skin off if you grabbed them without gloves.
Near Calgary there is a place that the First Nation people would drive Buffaloes across the prairie to a sheer drop and the poor creatures would be killed. It was called "Headsmashedinbuffaloejump" and Later when Paul came to Australia he gave the poster to me. The Calgary Olympic winter games was one of the highlights of his time there but the winter cold made Pauls wanderlust come back and He decided to come to Australia.
Paul and his family decided to come to Australia in 1988 and they went to Perth then Griffith and Doncaster.
I met Paul when he came to work at Henderson's FRS factory in Huntingdale. Henderson's was a hundred year old company which made all the car seats for the Australian Auto Industry. Paul was a fitter on Afternoon shift. I met him one night and we listened to the blues show on the radio and Paul was such a friendly knowledgeable and well spoken gentleman and so easy to talk to. it was Paul who came into my life a few months after my own father passed away.I honestly think that he was sent to me to help me discover more about myself.
Paul was always full of stories from Africa and Canada and tales of his family. Back in the 1930s some of his relatives were in the League of British Fascists but one story was about his brother who got into a fight with several big mouthed youths in a motorway Cafe and later found out they were members of the Who!!
Another was a Military Policeman who guarded Rudolf Hess on his peace mission to Britain.
Every week we would look at the trading post for vintage guitars and amps. Paul and I went to see blues legend Buddy guy at the old Greek theater in Richmond.
Paul and his wife started a shop in Kallista called Spirit Vision and it was a shop that specialised in Native American books. I was to become a buyer of a lot of Paul's books and I know that he didn't charge me full price on any of the wonderful books cards and artifacts that he sold me.
Paul was responsible for me meeting real Native American Medicine men including Beautiful Painted Arrow Joseph Rael, Ben Black Elk, Ed McGaa Eagle Man and Lame Deer. At one ceremony Paul gave my wife a beautiful Pendleton Blanket called Hopi Trails. Paul was always giving away crystals and books to his friends and customers.
Pauls other loves were the Blues and Guitars.
No account of Paul is complete without his love for Blues music. Paul was lucky enough to be a teen and in his twenties when The Cream Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix toured Britain. He was a big fan of George Harrisons guitar style and looks. In fact on our first meeting I commented that he was a George lookalike.
Paul got Bowel Cancer but was very brave and didn't make much of a fuss. He was happy to the end. We took him to a German restaurant in the Dandenong ranges and He ate all of what he selected and even sang along with the Bavarian Band.
What we didn't realise was that very day Paul had to catch a train to pay an outstanding bill in Balaclava. It was raining and very cold that day but Paul went on his own and when he got off at the station after a nearly two hour trip He walked the wrong way and was completely lost wet and all alone. A young man in a car saw him and picked him up and took him to the pawn shop where he had his Marshal Amp on hock. He paid the money and came all the way home. He had to walk in the rain the last kilometre up hill and he had collapsed and only just made it home.Of course he didn't say anything to us and only found out weeks later. The thought that he was cold wet and all alone still haunts me and he didn't even complain about that. This is one of the outstanding characteristics that made Paul such a good honest man. There was no way he was going to ruin the birthday dinner and let us down. The Amp was his pride and joy and now in the possession of another musician who would appreciate it.
Paul and I went for a boys day out at Healesville on the 20th May,2016. We listened to his favourite songs all the way and had many a laugh. He had a craving for a baked jacket potato with sour cream and melted cheese and he ate it with relish and happiness. We walked the Healesville labyrinth togeather. Paul talked about his plans for the future and how much he wanted to be around to see his grandchildren grow up, to fix his shed so he could fix up his white van and about his pets that he lost and about his big cat named Gypsy. He was so proud of his son Joe and his other son Mark. We also visited the shops and collected acorns from under the big oak trees. I have planted these and they are growing well. I think he had no plans to leave this world and wanted to live. How lucky to have spent these precious moments.
Paul was a massive Eric Clapton fan and ROLLING Stones fan and could easily play along with his records.
This is a work in progress lots more to come.
Paul was lucky to have lived in the 1960's but he admitted that the first music that he liked was the black soul and Detroit wall of sound bands.He liked George Harrison of the Beatles. One day he discovered Blues and was lucky enough to see some of the great Rhythm and blues artists from England including John Myalls Blues Breakers, The Rolling Stones and Rory Gallagher. But nothing could prepare Paul for the pure joy of seeing Eric Clapton Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce -Cream. Cream were his favourite all through his life.
On 22nd June,1971 he married Lesley and then started a family. Paul always had a wanderlust and within a year or so Paul set out on an adventure to South Africa. He worked in sugar mills though out South Africa and surrounding countries He loved the cuisine of Durban and still talked of his love of the street food which had an Indian influence.Paul could eat the hottest of chili without flinching or drinking milk. Incredible.
He loved the fiery curries and hot sauces and Chutneys of that part of the world. Paul visited the Victoria falls and worked in out of the way and rustic places.When he broke down one day on his way to work his car was surrounded by wild animals and he still laughed that he wasn't afraid of being eaten by lions.
The political situation in South Africa was changing so Paul packed up and went to Canada. He worked on diesel trucks in Calgary and also worked on the now infamous fracking machines for the oil industry.Paul told me that sometimes it was so cold that spanners and tools would take your skin off if you grabbed them without gloves.
Near Calgary there is a place that the First Nation people would drive Buffaloes across the prairie to a sheer drop and the poor creatures would be killed. It was called "Headsmashedinbuffaloejump" and Later when Paul came to Australia he gave the poster to me. The Calgary Olympic winter games was one of the highlights of his time there but the winter cold made Pauls wanderlust come back and He decided to come to Australia.
Paul and his family decided to come to Australia in 1988 and they went to Perth then Griffith and Doncaster.
I met Paul when he came to work at Henderson's FRS factory in Huntingdale. Henderson's was a hundred year old company which made all the car seats for the Australian Auto Industry. Paul was a fitter on Afternoon shift. I met him one night and we listened to the blues show on the radio and Paul was such a friendly knowledgeable and well spoken gentleman and so easy to talk to. it was Paul who came into my life a few months after my own father passed away.I honestly think that he was sent to me to help me discover more about myself.
Paul was always full of stories from Africa and Canada and tales of his family. Back in the 1930s some of his relatives were in the League of British Fascists but one story was about his brother who got into a fight with several big mouthed youths in a motorway Cafe and later found out they were members of the Who!!
Another was a Military Policeman who guarded Rudolf Hess on his peace mission to Britain.
Every week we would look at the trading post for vintage guitars and amps. Paul and I went to see blues legend Buddy guy at the old Greek theater in Richmond.
Paul and his wife started a shop in Kallista called Spirit Vision and it was a shop that specialised in Native American books. I was to become a buyer of a lot of Paul's books and I know that he didn't charge me full price on any of the wonderful books cards and artifacts that he sold me.
Paul was responsible for me meeting real Native American Medicine men including Beautiful Painted Arrow Joseph Rael, Ben Black Elk, Ed McGaa Eagle Man and Lame Deer. At one ceremony Paul gave my wife a beautiful Pendleton Blanket called Hopi Trails. Paul was always giving away crystals and books to his friends and customers.
Pauls other loves were the Blues and Guitars.
No account of Paul is complete without his love for Blues music. Paul was lucky enough to be a teen and in his twenties when The Cream Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix toured Britain. He was a big fan of George Harrisons guitar style and looks. In fact on our first meeting I commented that he was a George lookalike.
Paul got Bowel Cancer but was very brave and didn't make much of a fuss. He was happy to the end. We took him to a German restaurant in the Dandenong ranges and He ate all of what he selected and even sang along with the Bavarian Band.
What we didn't realise was that very day Paul had to catch a train to pay an outstanding bill in Balaclava. It was raining and very cold that day but Paul went on his own and when he got off at the station after a nearly two hour trip He walked the wrong way and was completely lost wet and all alone. A young man in a car saw him and picked him up and took him to the pawn shop where he had his Marshal Amp on hock. He paid the money and came all the way home. He had to walk in the rain the last kilometre up hill and he had collapsed and only just made it home.Of course he didn't say anything to us and only found out weeks later. The thought that he was cold wet and all alone still haunts me and he didn't even complain about that. This is one of the outstanding characteristics that made Paul such a good honest man. There was no way he was going to ruin the birthday dinner and let us down. The Amp was his pride and joy and now in the possession of another musician who would appreciate it.
Paul and I went for a boys day out at Healesville on the 20th May,2016. We listened to his favourite songs all the way and had many a laugh. He had a craving for a baked jacket potato with sour cream and melted cheese and he ate it with relish and happiness. We walked the Healesville labyrinth togeather. Paul talked about his plans for the future and how much he wanted to be around to see his grandchildren grow up, to fix his shed so he could fix up his white van and about his pets that he lost and about his big cat named Gypsy. He was so proud of his son Joe and his other son Mark. We also visited the shops and collected acorns from under the big oak trees. I have planted these and they are growing well. I think he had no plans to leave this world and wanted to live. How lucky to have spent these precious moments.
Paul was a massive Eric Clapton fan and ROLLING Stones fan and could easily play along with his records.
This is a work in progress lots more to come.
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