Vladimir Paul Lopaten


Vladimir Lopaten
Queenslander Pictorial, supplement to The Queenslander, 24 July 1915, p. 26

Vladimir Lopaten
courtesy of Ron Lopaten

Russian spelling

Владимир Павлович Лопатин

Born 8.07.1892

Place Aleksino, Smolensk, Russia

Ethnic origin Russian

Religion Russian Orthodox

Father Paul Jacob Lopaten

Family

Wife Elsie Lopaten (née Clarkson), married 1923; daughters Letty Larose b. 1925, Joan Tehersa (sic) b.1926, son Ronald Paul b. 1930

Arrived at Australia
from Harbin, China
on 24.01.1913
per St Albans
disembarked at Brisbane

Residence before enlistment Brisbane

Occupation 1915-1921 labourer, 1922 printer

Service
service number 2230
enlisted 27.04.1915
POE Longreach, Qld
unit 15th Battalion
rank Private
place Gallipoli, 1915
casualties WIA 1915
final fate RTA 11.03.1916
discharged 14.06.1916

Naturalisation 1922

Residence after the war Brisbane, Bingera, Ingham, Stanthorpe, Brisbane, Southport, Qld

Died 7.10.1961, Qld

Materials

Digitised naturalisation (NAA)

Digitised service records (NAA)

Digitised Embarkation roll entry (AWM)

Alien registration (NAA)

Medical case file (NAA)

Crematorium records (NAA)

Blog article

Russian

English

From Russian Anzacs in Australian History:

Ron Lopaten, reflecting on his father's escape from Russia in 1913 with four other 20-year-olds, says: 'I am not sure why he came to Australia, ... they all decided to take off for some specific reason, either for adventure or to get away from something. The only thing I can guess is that he did not want to end up in the czar's army. He did say that there were signs on the parks which said "No soldiers or dogs allowed". He did mention that. I guess in 1913 the Russian army was not very well treated or not very well paid.'

[...] 'My father never mentioned anything about Gallipoli', Vladimir Lopaten's son says, 'other than the fact that when he was wounded he was laying sandbags, and he was bending over, laying down a sandbag and he was shot by a sniper, the bullet passed through his lung, just missed his heart, came out his back and then the bullet hit a New Zealander in the bottom! So the New Zealander was jumping up and down.' Russian Anzacs seemed to be able to see the funny side of things even when in mortal danger, just like their Australian comrades did.