I have no idea what this would be like.. But it might be something different to try!
http://blogs.abc.net.au/sa/2011/03/cwa-quick-and-easy-recipe-licorice-slice.html?site=adelaide&program=riverland_evenings
Monday, July 11, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
What's on the blackboard Mr Squiggle?
So, I have absolutely no idea what this says.. If it's rude, I apologise in advance and feel free to tell me so that I can remove it from the blog. But this was a random message left on the blackboard the other day.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Let's talk about Harry
A few weekends ago we ventured to Canberra for the weekend to do the touristy thing.
On the top of our list was a visit to the Australian War Memorial. I've always been fascinated by that place. It's just amazing what these men and women did for our country. What they did for us now.
Whilst I have heard stories of our relatives going to war.. I do know that most of them didn't go as they were primary producers (dairy farmers).
You really do need to spend a whole day at the War Memorial so we started at 10am and didn't leave until well after 4pm.
After meandering around for hours we found the area where you can look up your relative members who were involved in any battle from WWI to WWII to Vietnam.
I knew that Bloke wanted to look up his Grandfather Arthur and other family members and that was a priority. I didn't even think about looking up my family members until encouraged by him after he had found out about his ancestors. When we looked I found my Great Grandfather Harry (on Mum's side). He had enlisted as a young pup with his two brothers Charles and Robert. So, my Great Great Grandmother Mary, a widower, sent her three (3) sons off to war all within a few years.
So, Private Charlie C at age 26yrs and 6 months enlisted on 25 April 1916. On 28 June 1916 he joined the Light Horse Brigade (as was Bloke's Grandfather Arthur). But Charlie was sent home injured 5 September 1916 after only 70 days in camp. Awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal.
Private Robert (Bob) C at age 23yrs and 3 months enlisted on 27 May 1916. According to documentation, Bob was in the 45th Battalion with his brother Charlie at some point. Bob was also returned home injured on the 12 March 1919. Awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal.
Now, as for Private Harry C.. The youngest of the three brothers. My Grandmother's Father (on Mum's side) enlisted on 22 November 1915. He was returned home on 7 September 1919 and was awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal .
In addition to those medals he was also awarded a Military Medal "For Conspicuous courage and devotion to duty on the night of 4-5th March 1918 during a raid on the enemy trenches in the vicinity of WARNETON. As a scout non commissioned officer (NCO) he was responsible (with Pvt Smith) for guiding parties to the point of entry from assembly position. He had gained an intimate knowledge of the ground during the night immediately prior to the raid and was able to lead his parties accurately and quickly to their point of entry. As the enemy was very active with his machine guns delay in the advance under the barrage would have meant heavy casualties to us. After entering the enemy trench he fought valiantly till the time for withdrawal." he was then promoted to Lance Corporal in August 1918.
Family skuttlebutt indicates that on that fateful night Harry moulded clods of mud into the shape of grenades to throw at the enemy. In the darkness the Germans thought they were having grenades thrown at them and withdrew.
Other family skuttlebutt indicates that Harry and Bob had been in the same Brigade at some point and were separated. One day Bob and members of his Brigade were sunning their legs whilst laying in the tent with just their legs protruding out from under the canvas side. I assume they did this to get some Vitamin D and to help heal any injuries, sores, bites they had on their legs. At this very same time, Harry walks past with his new Brigade and recognises his brother solely because of his feet and they are reunited albeit for a short time.
So, whilst we were going to the War Memorial to find out information about Bloke's family members and to have a look around. We also ended up learning a lot about my family and we walked out of there feeling very proud of our ancestors and their achievements.
On the top of our list was a visit to the Australian War Memorial. I've always been fascinated by that place. It's just amazing what these men and women did for our country. What they did for us now.
Whilst I have heard stories of our relatives going to war.. I do know that most of them didn't go as they were primary producers (dairy farmers).
You really do need to spend a whole day at the War Memorial so we started at 10am and didn't leave until well after 4pm.
After meandering around for hours we found the area where you can look up your relative members who were involved in any battle from WWI to WWII to Vietnam.
I knew that Bloke wanted to look up his Grandfather Arthur and other family members and that was a priority. I didn't even think about looking up my family members until encouraged by him after he had found out about his ancestors. When we looked I found my Great Grandfather Harry (on Mum's side). He had enlisted as a young pup with his two brothers Charles and Robert. So, my Great Great Grandmother Mary, a widower, sent her three (3) sons off to war all within a few years.
So, Private Charlie C at age 26yrs and 6 months enlisted on 25 April 1916. On 28 June 1916 he joined the Light Horse Brigade (as was Bloke's Grandfather Arthur). But Charlie was sent home injured 5 September 1916 after only 70 days in camp. Awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal.
Private Robert (Bob) C at age 23yrs and 3 months enlisted on 27 May 1916. According to documentation, Bob was in the 45th Battalion with his brother Charlie at some point. Bob was also returned home injured on the 12 March 1919. Awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal.
Now, as for Private Harry C.. The youngest of the three brothers. My Grandmother's Father (on Mum's side) enlisted on 22 November 1915. He was returned home on 7 September 1919 and was awarded a British War Medal and a Victory Medal .
In addition to those medals he was also awarded a Military Medal "For Conspicuous courage and devotion to duty on the night of 4-5th March 1918 during a raid on the enemy trenches in the vicinity of WARNETON. As a scout non commissioned officer (NCO) he was responsible (with Pvt Smith) for guiding parties to the point of entry from assembly position. He had gained an intimate knowledge of the ground during the night immediately prior to the raid and was able to lead his parties accurately and quickly to their point of entry. As the enemy was very active with his machine guns delay in the advance under the barrage would have meant heavy casualties to us. After entering the enemy trench he fought valiantly till the time for withdrawal." he was then promoted to Lance Corporal in August 1918.
Family skuttlebutt indicates that on that fateful night Harry moulded clods of mud into the shape of grenades to throw at the enemy. In the darkness the Germans thought they were having grenades thrown at them and withdrew.
Other family skuttlebutt indicates that Harry and Bob had been in the same Brigade at some point and were separated. One day Bob and members of his Brigade were sunning their legs whilst laying in the tent with just their legs protruding out from under the canvas side. I assume they did this to get some Vitamin D and to help heal any injuries, sores, bites they had on their legs. At this very same time, Harry walks past with his new Brigade and recognises his brother solely because of his feet and they are reunited albeit for a short time.
So, whilst we were going to the War Memorial to find out information about Bloke's family members and to have a look around. We also ended up learning a lot about my family and we walked out of there feeling very proud of our ancestors and their achievements.
Familiarity breeds...
OR as I put it... "Learned Incompetence..."
Friday was a big lesson in learning to concentrate on the task at hand.
I drive a pretty fandangled car. It beeps and whistles at (and for) just about anything. This includes parking sensors, front, back, left and right. Whilst they are very bloody handy I can also tune out and become complacent.
My bloke had arrived home late Thursday night and parked in the driveway. Friday morning he was reversing out of the driveway so that I could get my car out of the garage to go to work. He drives a large 4WD ute and sucessfully negotiated the short drive and carefully avoided the garbage bin even with limited vision due to a canopy on the back of the ute..
However, in my fancy schmancy new fangled car I still managed to smack into the garbage bin whilst Bloke watched helplessly from his car on the side of the street and laughed his head off..
Could he see that I was going to hit the bin but was helpless to do anything about it? Spot on!
Did I see him waving his hands around at me indicating there was an obsticle? Not a chance..
Did I hear him yelling at me to stop? Not over the radio I didn't..
Was the car beeping at me to indicate an obstacle in my way? It sure was.
Did I listen? Not a snowballs chance in hell.
Was there any damage done? Only to my pride!
Did he have every right to get out of the car and laugh his head off at me? My oath!
Friday was a big lesson in learning to concentrate on the task at hand.
I drive a pretty fandangled car. It beeps and whistles at (and for) just about anything. This includes parking sensors, front, back, left and right. Whilst they are very bloody handy I can also tune out and become complacent.
My bloke had arrived home late Thursday night and parked in the driveway. Friday morning he was reversing out of the driveway so that I could get my car out of the garage to go to work. He drives a large 4WD ute and sucessfully negotiated the short drive and carefully avoided the garbage bin even with limited vision due to a canopy on the back of the ute..
However, in my fancy schmancy new fangled car I still managed to smack into the garbage bin whilst Bloke watched helplessly from his car on the side of the street and laughed his head off..
Could he see that I was going to hit the bin but was helpless to do anything about it? Spot on!
Did I see him waving his hands around at me indicating there was an obsticle? Not a chance..
Did I hear him yelling at me to stop? Not over the radio I didn't..
Was the car beeping at me to indicate an obstacle in my way? It sure was.
Did I listen? Not a snowballs chance in hell.
Was there any damage done? Only to my pride!
Did he have every right to get out of the car and laugh his head off at me? My oath!
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