“JULIE, have you got a curved needle and some strong thread?” I asked.
“I think so, I’ll look. Why do you want it?”
“Because I want to sew up a DC3.”
“Oh…. You want to do what?”
While Julie rummaged in her sewing kit, I quickly told her the story.
“There. Will that do?” I wasn’t surprised that she found a needle, living on an outstation, Julie had just about everything associated with sewing.
It was 1959 and Julie and I lived in Balimo, a remote government post about 500 kilometres west of Port Moresby.