The moment we were able to board the ship we went along to the dockside and got onto the SS Mariposa, a luxurious liner used by the Americans. This was lit from stem to stern and not camouflaged in any way so she was a bright target on the ocean. My mother was able to cash a cheque onboard for the first time in years, and we simply indulged ourselves in the bar as soon as it opened, eating packets of crisps and soft drinks. The food needless to say on board that ship was splendid - no wartime restrictions at all and for the next three weeks we lived life in style.
Ticket holder from the Mariposa
SS Lurline, sister ship to the Mariposa
[The SS Mariposa departed San Francisco on 14 November 1941]. The first port of call was Los Angeles, where we went on a ride on the famous roller coaster, the only occupants as I remember apart from two American matelots off their ship. We were pea-green and I thought our mother would have a heart attack, but the sailors were totally unaffected by it all. Somehow going on a roller coaster when you are the only occupants is much more frightening than when it's full of other screaming tourists.
Our tour across the Pacific took us to Hawaii, American Samoa, Fiji, New Zealand, and eventually to Sydney.
[According to Barbara's scrapbook of the voyage (from which these postcards are taken), somewhere between Hawaii and Samoa they visitedTin Can Island, which consisted of a single palm tree. Perhaps unsurprisingly I have been unable to locate this on any map].
Since the ship's passengers included a large consignment of Australian RAAF personnel as well as various soldiers and sailors of other nationalities (mainly American) we had plenty of entertainment on board with dances and cinema showings and also there was a swimming pool rigged up on deck. We had a high old time and got rather out of control I think, as we were outnumbered by men ten to one and there were very few other teenagers or children on board. The men of course enjoyed treating us to ice creams and fizzy pop.
Postcards of (American) Samoa
Postcard of Hawaii
Little did we know it but we were passing through Honolulu just about three weeks before the Japanese attacked the American naval base there in Pearl Harbour. We must have been one of the last ships to get through.