A few years ago The Golfer and I were regular visitors to a local Folk Club – one Tuesday evening back in 2011 the special guest artist was Martyn Wyndham-Read …which I blogged about here.
Anyway during that evening he sang a very poignant song One adapted from a poem written in 1916 about the thoughts Australian Soldiers (Diggers) may have had about leaving their fallen mates at Gallipoli (in Turkey)
One of my maternal ancestors served at Gallipoli unfortunately he, plus his Doyle and Muir cousins never made it home
James Bannister
This is my tribute to all those who served and never returned
And this is the poem – written by Cicely Fox Smith in 1916
Farewell to Anzac
Oh, hump your swag and leave, lads, the ships are in the bay — We’ve got our marching orders now, it’s time to come away — And a long good-bye to Anzac Beach — where blood has flowed in vain For we’re leaving it, leaving it, game to fight again!
But some there are will never quit this bleak and bloody shore — And some that marched and fought with us will fight and march no more; Their blood has bought till Judgment Day the slopes they stormed so well, And we’re leaving them, leaving them, sleeping where they fell.
(Leaving them, leaving them — the bravest and the best — leaving them, leaving them, and maybe glad to rest! We’ve done our best with yesterday, to-morrow’s still our own — But we’re leaving them, leaving them, sleeping all alone!)
Ay, they are gone beyond it all, the praising and the blame, And many a man may win renown, but none more fair a fame; They showed the world Australia’s lads knew well the way to die; And we’re leaving them, leaving them, quiet where they lie.
(Leaving them, leaving them, sleeping where they died; Leaving them, leaving them, in their glory and their pride — Round them sea and barren land, over them the sky, Oh, We’re leaving them, leaving them, quiet where they lie!)
A reminder that whether we like it or not Summer has finally been and gone After a glorious warm and sunny Easter weekend it was all change
Yesterday – Tuesday – was wet….it rained…that strange rain that just hangs there and makes everything wet. Skies were grey and misty – cool, chilly but not really cold. We shouldn’t grizzle about the drizzle or is it mizzle….it hasn’t rained for a while, the ground is dry- very dry and thirsty. With a bit of luck it will encourage some green to wander over to the bare patch discovered when I cut back the gazania that had decided to ’make a move to freedom’ or maybe had decided it wanted long dangly curls instead of the short back and sides it was given before Christmas
Yesterday was when I glanced round a soggy garden remembering how inviting the little shady nook under those low branches had looked during the summer.
When it got hot on the deck I’d nip down there, book in hand, carrying cushions for the chairs and a cloth for the table. Food and drinks followed soon after. Yesterday in the rain that white plastic table and chairs set looked old, tired and grotty
Next summer we’ll invest in new but what to do with the old?
After spending time moving from one craft blog to another researching I discovered that rather than just toss the chairs I could always do THIS…..👇
Knit decorative chair covers!
That would certainly use up a lot of my stash wouldn’t it😊😊
And if you’re really keen and the idea appeals there’s a pattern HERE.
It’s not a new idea, in fact if you look long and hard you’ll find there’s a whole world of them out there!
Volunteering is on again – as well as doing a Morning Tea ’run’ I also give a hand when there’s entertainment. No, not doing an all singing all dancing routine – just assisting, guiding, seating, reassuring, as well as enjoying whoever is on the bill.
Many of the residents have memory loss so can be a little lost at times, watching and listening, possibly not understanding – until something piques their interest, then their demeanour changes.
Last week we had a young man come in and sing a few songs, folk songs, show songs, some country some soft rock…..something for everyone.
But what really seemed to jog their memory – had many of them sitting taller – mouthing long forgotten words – was what he sang as his final number. The Holy City – sung all over the world at Christmas as well as Easter
A favourite at Melbourne’s annual Carols By Candlelight – performed by David Hobson
I hope you enjoy my Musical Memory on this Easter Monday
are bread tags – the new all singing all dancing cardboard ones – and the fact that more and more bread and bakery manufacturers are moving away from the plastic ones, using these on their products instead.
When these two came out of the freezer the other day – attached to bags of fruit loaf and hot cross buns – I noticed that as well as the use by date there were other pieces of information on them.
What I thought were flowers on one turned out to be the recycling logo…(bit thick aren’t I😊…plus the words ’place in used envelope’ on the other That one baffled me.
Going off on a tangent here…..a few years ago I heard of a charity that collected all shapes and sizes of the plastic tags
Simple plastic one
to raise money to buy wheelchairs for children – Aussie Bread Tags for Wheelchairs – and I wondered what effect the use of the wizz bang carboard ones was having on their fundraising. Couldn’t find an answer to that but did find this on their website. 👇
Not realising there was a problem putting them loose in the yellow recycling bin it seems that from now on the few we get will have to go in the green waste bin – finding an intact used envelope is rare in our house….mine usually get cut up to use for ‘notes and lists’!
Another thing on my mind is….the new tags are not multi coloured. Without checking each tag how will I know how fresh the products are? 😊
I’ve returned to the gym….something I did say I wouldn’t do until ‘you know what’ had finally disappeared….walking is out – my legs play up after a short while – pool work is good, resistance bands here at home are so so but I need to feel like I’ve exercised….so the Leisure Centre it is.
Cheapskate that I am I haven’t taken out membership this time…. changes to ’rules & reg’ of membership, things I didn’t like, had me looking at pros & cons of other payment methods. I’ve taken advantage of their 20 visit pass.
Changes in daylight (and early evening temps) mean we’re settling down earlier, curtains are being drawn earlier, meals have changed – cooked rather than raw – entertainment has changed a bit.
Not important in the whole scheme of things but late afternoon early evening TV programming has changed. The Golfer’s reruns of Jag & Becker are not where they used to be (or not on at all☹️) so there’s been a bit of quiz show watching. Sometimes it adds to my general knowledge 😊
Guess what was the answer to a multiple choice question:- ‘Which of these calls it’s young an Antling?’ Of course neither of us picked the most obvious answer
NOUN – Antling
rare
A young or small ant.
Origin
Late 18th century; earliest use found in James Elphinston (1721–1809), educationist and advocate of spelling reform. From ant + -ling. source
Did you know that?
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I stopped near the library in Montrose last week and knew something had changed but couldn’t put my finger on it. Can you spot the difference!
31 March 20145 April 2022
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Of course there’s one thing that never changes – the sight of the TV masts on the hills. It’ll take some storm to take them down – much stronger than the one that brought down the tree and the electricity pole across the road from the library
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And there is one recent welcome change that nobody seems to be grumbling about. After rising to the atrocious price of over $2 a litre, the federal government halved the fuel tax for 6 months, (a budget cost of living action but cynical me says a pre-election action) so the cost of petrol has dropped 60¢ in less than 2 weeks. I paid $1.59 (+discount)) the other day – big smiles all round. For the time being that is!
Linking to Denyse’s new fortnightly on a Monday feature ~ Life’s Stories
A question bloggers often ask each other is – where do you get your ideas from- things to talk about, post about? Here there and everywhere is often the answer.
I’m tagging onto (pinching?) something Sandra at Madsnapper featured the other day – an idea she recently ’‘borrowed and adapted’ from a couple of other bloggers
A spoon rest is a piece of kitchenware that serves as a place to lay spoons and other cooking utensils, to prevent cooking fluids from getting onto countertops, as well as keeping the spoon from touching any contaminants that might be on the counter.source
So here is my ‘so not pioneer woman’ spoon rest – very similar in style to Sandra’s, complete with my very frequently used vintage British government issue tablespoon.
One of my contributions to recycling/reusing is a small stack of these plastic food trays that (in my case) minced chicken comes in. They get used for all sorts of things, a place to put spoons in use (or any other utensil) being one of them.
Maybe not as elegant and smooth as something purchased but free – if you discount the product that came with it. They come and go – one or two new ones in, one or two old ones out. ~ ~ ~ ~
The beautiful solid sensible looking tablespoon somehow found its way into my civilian kitchen when The Golfer was demobbed in 1968. It’s certainly been a ’trusty servant’ since then!
The markings on the back are interesting
SIPELIA – the manufacturer who had the government contract
After her death lots of my aunt’s bits and pieces found their way to my home
The ‘A.1’ Cookery Book by Helen H Lawson was one. I can find nothing about the author on the net so don’t know who she was or how she came to write a cookery book. It’s possible one of my readers might be able to tell me 😊
As you can see its quite an old cookery book – this is the 1946 (war time) 5th edition – very plain front with the title etc on the spine….. all words and no pictures; the first edition was published in 1901/2 and I imagine she was an ‘older’ lady when she got round to revising it for its fifth publication.
The front page suggests it contains everything essential for those who wish to have plain food daintily prepared’ and I can imagine thats what my aunt would aspire to but theres lots included that I think she’d have run a mile from.
Somehow I couldn’t have seen her stewing eels, boiling a calf’s head or foot, plucking and drawing a partridge, pheasant or pigeon. Note on pigeons – Tame pigeons taste better if cooked as soon as possible after they are killed – bet you didn’t know that !.
Lots of very old type recipes and many basic ones with some good hints and tips relevant to simple cooking these days.
The author mentions a tip that we all know about the water from boiled vegetables including potatoes and that in which rice, macaroni, or spagetti have been boiled are useful as a foundation for soups and sauces. But seemingly there was one exception – cabbage water, which must be thrown away at once. Unfortunately she doesn’t say why
Before the section on puddings and sweets she lists whether they need butter and eggs – eggs but no butter – and those that need no butter or eggs – which would have been a boon in the days after the war when not everything was readily available and there was still food rationing
Sometime or another I’ll really delve into this and find some ‘easy’ old recipes.
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After another look online Look what I found -….a site where you can access and read the 2nd edition (free) Scroll down the site a little until Read/Preview – then click through. There’s also a download feature as well.
A couple of little differences on the title page – the author is named H N L(not by her full name) plus the words ‘written in the simplest possible manner to help the inexperienced’ which are not on the 1946 version