Anzac Day Service

I took my grandson to the dawn Anzac Service this morning, held at 6am at the Hobart Cenotaph.  It was a chilly morning with the sharp breeze rolling off the Derwent River.  Hundreds of people attended, many with small children like Zachary ensuring that the memory of those brave soldiers’ lives on in the minds of Australians into the future. 

A man nearby quietly sobbed as the “Ode of Remembrance” was spoken, his friend comforted him.  After the service I noticed him laying a wreath and his friends quietly surrounding him to show their support.  The ode is taken from the poem, “For the Fallen” was written by Laurence Binyon whilst sitting on the cliffs of Gallipoli in 1914.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.

“Lest we Forget”

Straight after the “Last Post” is played by a lone bugler followed by a minutes’ silence which for me is the most moving part of the Service.

Zach loves going to the service and we chatted about the meaning and ceremony of it all afterwards.

  Carolyn

Back....finally

Hi for all those who follow my blog.

Well it has been a pretty ordinary three months for me health wise but I am now back at work full time and enjoying work for the first time in a long time.

Over the last few months I have spent heaps of time with my brother and his family and this has been the most enjoyable part of this period.   I have reconnected with loved ones who I had lost touch with and this has enlivened my spirit for the better.

I need to make a promise to myself that I will do my blog on a regular basis from now on so I can do what was intended in the first place, to tell the world all about me and my life.

Hope you are all having a safe and happy Easter break.

Carolyn

Carolyn