Anzac Day Long Weekend
The older I get, the more I really think about Anzac Day and why we get a day off. Imagine if every guy you knew between the age of 18 to 50 was sent overseas to fight in a war against a far away enemy and some of them never came back. Kids today… they don’t know what it would be like. Anyway, I thank the people that gave their lives, so my family could come to Australia over 50 years ago (that’s a long story, I’ll tell you another day) and live happily ever after (sort of).
So I didn’t do much this weekend:
Baked some Anzac biscuits
Watched the Anzac Day parade on TV
Catch up with old uni mates
Yum Cha for Nadia’s B’day
Driving Lesson
Made a roast
Bill Viola: the Tristan project @ St. Saviour’s Church, Redfern
Watched Fargo
Laundry x 3 loads
Lunch with Thommy
Practiced parallel parking
Update my flickr pics
beccyjoe said,
May 10, 2008 @ 12:01 pm
hey rozie i just found your blog on que’s blog site. (just to give her a plug http://www.queminhluu.com/blog/) (i should have been reading your blog long ago.)
anyway im really happy to read this post because ive been experiencing the exact same thing with anzac day. i never ever used to give a shit, even used to be cynical about it (anzac day validates war, its govt propaganda etc). but more and more in the last few years i get emotional on anzac day and think about all the dudes who had to go fight. when i was on the train last anzac day seeing the men go into the city for the parade i got teary-eyed, not so much thinking about how they fought but about how our generation so often doesnt give a shit. ive really been pondering that lately. wanting to give anzac day its due respect. so its nice that you feel the same way. one of these days ill actually go to the parade.