Photographs on Friday – Scrapbooking

January 23, 2015 at 12:49 pm | Posted in Family, Family History, Love, Memoir, Photography, Scrapbooking | 6 Comments
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I have decided that, when I can, I will post some of my photographs on a Friday – I was going to call these Friday Photos, but I decided on Photographs on Friday instead. I like the alliteration in both, but prefer the rhythm of the latter. I haven’t learned how to make myself a logo for these pages yet, but hope to do so soon.

I have been scrapbooking for a couple of years now, mainly to get digital photos printed and preserved. I could have just printed a whole lot and put them in an album as we used to do in the old days. However I decided to take up scrapbooking and add meaning to them.

Scrapbooking is more than just sticking photos on a page – the. It is also more than sticking photos on a page with lots of fancy embellishments. It is telling a story that you want preserved. Yes, embellishments can be used, but they are most effective when they enhance the story.

Because I am a writer, I often like to add the written story too. Sometimes, this is written or printed and adhered to the page like a photo would be. At other times, the written story can be tucked behind a photo or an embellishment or hidden in other ways.

In these pages, I have told two stories of farewell that I have been putting off since my father died 18 months ago – one to our parents and one to our childhood home. I have used photos and embellishments, some of which I purchased, some I made myself.

Here are photos of these two pages, created just this week.



The ‘Leaving 73’ page has journaling hidden behind the biggest photo (that my brother enhanced by adding a photo of Dad). In is on a card that can be pulled out, with the ‘Memories’ tag stuck on it. The ‘Mum & Dad’ page tells its own story.

I will probably post more ‘normal’ photos next week.

(c) Linda Visman 23.01.2015

ANZAC Day 2013

April 25, 2013 at 8:17 pm | Posted in Australia, History, Society, War and Conflict | 13 Comments
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ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The term Anzac originated in World War I, when our countries’ combined forces landed on the beaches of Gallipoli, Turkey,  on the 25th April 1915.

The Anzacs land on the Gallipoli beaches, under fire from the Turks who hold the high ground.

The Anzacs land on the Gallipoli beaches, under fire from the Turks who hold the high ground.

This campaign, in which many hundreds of men lost their lives, was the first real test of the armies of these two new nations; their “Baptism of Fire”.


Nowadays, ANZAC day is celebrated by the people of Australia and New Zealand on the 25th April, the day the first forces landed on the beaches of what is now called Anzac Cove. From the beginning, they faced extremely strong opposition from the Turks, who had the high ground. They dug in and both sides endured many months of warfare under terrible conditions.

Gallipoli trenches

Anzac Day has come to rival Remembrance Day (11th November) as a reminder of the sacrifice that so many made in the service of their country. All wars in which Anzacs served since that initial campaign are remembered, right up to the present Afghanistan campaign that is still going on. Every city and almost every town with a population of more than a few hundred has its parade and its ceremony of remembrance.

Here are some pictures of Anzac Day in my little town, Wangi Wangi, on the shores of Lake Macquarie, New South Wales.

The parade is led by a lone piper and a single drummer.

The parade is led by a lone piper and a single drummer.

Ex-servicemen march along the main street of Wangi behind the piper & drummer

Ex-servicemen march along the main street of Wangi behind the piper & drummer

Children from local primary schools also participated.

Children from local primary schools also participated.

A small selection of the many old army vehicles that participated in the march.

A small selection of the many old army vehicles that participated in the march.

A section of the crowd heads towards the memorial for the remembrance service.

A section of the crowd heads towards the memorial for the remembrance service.

Some of the officials and veterans.

Some of the officials and veterans.

On Anzac Day, and only on that day, a traditional Aussie gambling game called two-up is allowed by law. It is played by tossing two old pennies off a small strip of wood, and bets are called as to how the pennies will land: two heads; two tails; or one of each. Large amounts of money can be wagered on this game, so it’s probably a good thing it is banned for the rest of the year! The crowd also becomes very noisy as the game progresses.

The crowd at the two-up game.

The crowd at the two-up game, held in the garden of the Wangi RSL (Returned Services League) club.

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(c) Linda Visman (text & photos)

ANZAC Day – Lest we forget

April 25, 2012 at 1:44 pm | Posted in Australia, History, War and Conflict | 1 Comment
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Dirk and I walked the 2.5km into Wangi this morning for the Anzac Day march and service. As we walked down the street towards the path around the lake, we saw several other groups of people coming from cars and homes to walk as well. There were groups of people walking all along the lakeside path into town.

In Wangi village, we were amazed at the numbers who turned out, children too. They lined the main street in hundreds– and Wangi is not a big place.

At 10am we heard the thump, thump of the big drum as the parade approached from where they had assembled near the primary school. Then they turned into the main street, led by one police motorcyclist, followed by a small RAAF contingent and the local pipe band.

The war veterans of the district walked proudly behind the band, wearing their service medals. Two cars carried old and disabled ex-servicemen. Young people marched too, representing their fathers, grandfathers or great-grandfathers. Then came the Scouts, and children from three primary schools around the district.

Most exciting for the children was the parade of old army vehicles: jeeps, troop carriers, a couple of small tanks, two half-tracks, regular army trucks, an armoured car, and two motorbikes, all proceeding along the street under their own power. A few more veterans rode in these too.

The vehicles were in various stages of restoration, and many of them were ex-U.S. army. One was a beautifully restored staff car. An old NSW Bush Fire Brigade fire truck and our local active fire truck, the local RSL (Returned Services League) bus and a police patrol car brought up the rear.

The crowd then moved en masse along the street towards the memorial that stands outside the RSL club. There the service to remember the fallen of past wars was held. The main speaker was a retired Colonel of the New Zealand army, who spoke of the ties that unite our two countries, ties that began on the bloody beaches of Gallipoli.

While he spoke, an elderly woman not far from us fainted. Someone brought a chair from the club, but she wasn’t well and a call was made for any doctor or nurse who might be present., and an ambulance was rung for.

It was some time before someone thought to lie her down with a blanket, and even longer (after the service was over and everyone was leaving) before an ambulance arrived. Given the shortage of vehicles and personnel in the ambulance service, it probably wasn’t surprising. There may also have been call-outs to other elderly participants at the many other Anzac services being held around the district.

Most people were unaware of the medical emergency, and she was behind a small brick fence and therefore hidden from those conducting the service, which continued with the laying of wreaths, hymns, the Last Post, a minute’s silence and our national song. I found the service moving and inclusive, and was impressed with the numbers who attended.

I just hope that the young yahoos, who take any opportunity they can to justify getting drunk and aggressive and stupid, don’t spoil the real meaning of the day.

Anzac Day is not a time for thoughtless nationalism either. It a time to remember our country’s fallen and those affected by war; a time to reflect on what destruction wars cause. It is a reminder that we need to work for peace, but that sometimes, going to war is the only way we can achieve that peace.


(c) Linda Visman

Anzac Day 2012

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