late to the party I know, but a few quick shots from our little towns Anzac Day parade, which the children run.
The Husband was thrilled (not) that he somehow managed to find himself on a horse for the second time this year. (the second time in around 10 years too I might add)...
His joy was compounded by the fact that as he mounted the borrowed horse, he was informed of its narcolepsy-like condition. It probably wasn't appropriate, but the owner of the old horse and the wife of the green shirted rider were heard cackling away quietly when The Husband was seen giving ole Spin a boot in the belly to wake him up...
The service (just lovely as always) was followed by smoko of course.
I raided my precious silver leafed iron bark tree for some greenery, and on the way out, quickly added some fresh mock orange blooms to the vase. Smell=divine.
They shall not grow 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
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What I'm loving seeing here today Sharon is all of the wreaths the kids have made - they look as though they are made with care and laid with respect at the cenotaph/memorial.
ReplyDeleteI am sure your small community has been affected by war, ours was and growing up with kids whose parents served in Vietnam was something we didn't really talk about then, but do now.
I am always moved to see how communities around the world remember the sacrifices made by the generations before them and it is a privilege to get to see some of your wonderful photos giving a glimpse into how you and your family and community do this ....
ReplyDeleteWell done folks. Great sentiments,
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