SPARNON, Charles Thomas
| Service Number: | 3453 |
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| Enlisted: | 4 October 1916, Adelaide, SA |
| Last Rank: | Driver |
| Last Unit: | 4th Machine Gun Battalion |
| Born: | Montacute, South Australia, Australia, 29 September 1889 |
| Home Town: | Montacute, Adelaide Hills, South Australia |
| Schooling: | Not yet discovered |
| Occupation: | Gardener |
| Died: | At his residence "The Oakes", Montacute, South Australia, Australia, 18 May 1942, aged 52 years, cause of death not yet discovered |
| Cemetery: |
Montacute Cemetery Section A row 15 site 282 |
| Memorials: | Montacute Pictorial Roll of Honour |
World War 1 Service
| 4 Oct 1916: | Enlisted AIF WW1, Driver, 3453, 4th Machine Gun Battalion, Adelaide, SA |
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Son of John SPARNON and Jane nee GREENE
Husband of Mignonette Eva may nee POSSINGHAM
SPARNON.—On May 13, at Montacute, Charles Thomas, dearly loved husband of Nettie, and loving father of Joe, John, Bobbie, and Arthur, aged 52 years (late 48th Batt., and 4th Machine Gun Company, 1st A.I.F.). No mourning by request.
SPARNON.— On May 13, at his residence, "The Oakes," Montacute, Charles Thomas, beloved husband of Nettie Sparnon, and loving father of Joe, John, Bobbie and Arthur; aged 52 years. No mourning by request.
I have received this fine tribute from Ned Pender to Charlie Sparnon, who passed away at Montacute last week: — "His mates of the old 48th will be sorry to hear of his passing, and take off their hats to one of the whitest men I knew. There were Harold Cuming, Perce Pitman, Charlie Dyer, Snowy Wilson, and all the others in Mitcham camp in 1916 until we left and went through Codford to France. When Charlie volunteered to join the 4th Machine Gun Company, we missed him for his up rightness and fearlessness. He was always ready to help a cobber in trouble, and when we gambled our pay, although Charlie never gambled, he was ever willing to lend us a few bob and help us out of a scrape. He would give and take a joke, and never did I hear him use an oath. I have seen him go into the 'boozers' and drag his mates out of a brawl, although he never touched drink himself. Anyway, after being separated in France we met again on the Orita coming home. I offered him a cigarette, and he said, 'No, thanks; I haven't pulled them on yet.' 'Well,' I said, 'come and have a drink.' 'No, thanks,' he said. 'What,' I said, 'didn't you pull on the rum either?' 'No,' he said, 'I've never touched the booze.' He pulled out a little Testament he always carried in his tunic, and said, I'm coming home just the same as when I went away.' And so passes one of God's gentlemen, a digger, and a pal."