Remembrance-Day-2019

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At 11 AM, on November 11th, 1918

War ceased in Europe.

The guns of the Western Front fell silent

after more than four years

of continuous warfare.Since then November 11 has always

been remembered as

Red Poppy, Armistice or Remembrance Day.

When we started daylight saving time

a few decades ago, there was some discussion

about remembering ‘an hour earlier’.

On the other side was a discussion that

either Australia had daylight savings time

during World War I, or it was

daylight saving in Europe.

I’m not sure if answer was found to that debate.

Now its a case of

Lest We Forget

at the eleventh hour,

of the eleventh day,

of the eleventh month.

Today is remembered with a

Poppy from the Somme Battlefields,

a scene displayed on a water tower

at Pozières.

And the Last Post at Menin Gate, Ypres.

Recently I discovered that the

Menin Gate Lions

actually belong to Australia….a 1936 gift,

  to the Australian War Memorial

from the Mayor of Ypres.

This year the Australian War Memorial has

loaned them back to Ypres.

 

Lest We Forget~~~~~

A-Photo-a-Week-Challenge-Urban

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Starting with Melbourne urban sights.

I’m not sure if this service is still operating.

Next week’s fashion?

 

 

We had an enjoyable carriage ride in

Victoria, British Columbia, last year.

It’s probably about time to check out Melbourne

with a one horsepower drive.

An ice rink in the country is unheard of.

I was surprised to see this open air rink

in Melbourne a few years ago.

Heads deliberately removed because

most skaters were youngsters

I always associate buskers…

 

with urban life.

Couldn’t help take this one.

Big sister was horrified.

Little sister was cooling.

Mum was busy talking to a friend

and did not see any of this!

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A Photo a Week Challenge: Urban

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A-Photo-a-Week-Challenge-Nostalgia

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Every now and again…

…I find myself thinking…

…wistfully about life on the farm.

Then I remember all the hard physical work.

Constantly feeding livestock in hot or cold weather.

Worrying about/checking freshly shorn sheep,

after dark/before dawn,

when weather turned unexpectedly cold.

Working in muddy or dusty sheep yards.

How exposure to the sun,

jumping and running around woolshed,

while at the time felt good,

have all contributed to aching joints

and skin problems of the past few years.

And one thing I will never forget is the day

I stopped at three different places in one paddock

and counted 30 lambs, at each stop,

which died at birth as a result of their breed

and a bitterly cold week of weather while

the ewes were lambing.

From approximately 330 ewes in that paddock.

That year I only managed to shear

around 150 lambs from that paddock.

Simply heart breaking.

Then my nostalgia vanishes…

for another few months.

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A Photo a Week Challenge: Nostalgia

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