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| Sad and oddly elegant memorial to an air disaster |
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| The late air hostess |
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| "Lutana" |
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| Square Peak |
Wristwatches found on crash victims showed
that Lutana struck the peak at 8.15 p.m. Time, and life, stopped.
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| Lutana fused by heat to the rock |
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| The aircraft's coffee urn |
Recently, a 91-year old woman turned up in the tiny gold and wool town of Nundle NSW and said: "I was the air-hostess on board the DC-3 that crashed on Nundle's Square Peak, killing all on board."
Sounds like a good ghost story, we thought, as the town's information officer went on relating the story to us.
"The lady came in here and said that on the day of the fateful crash in 1948, the rostered hostess failed to turn up for duty at Brisbane airport and so she was asked to take her place on the flight to Sydney.
"The engines were already thrumming for takeoff when a car beetled over the strip. It was the rostered hostess and so we changed places at the very last moment. I shouldn't be alive," she said.
It wasn't a ghost story, but it sent a tingle through us all the same.
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Another yarn - Nundle Woollen Mill
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