This morning my man and I attended our first Dawn Service at the Cenotaph, walking down the hill before the birds woke, to join a large crowd of at least two thousand people, in silence. Watching our young soldiers marching with the old veterans with their medals glinting in the street lamps. Followed by a group of relatives, including young children, wearing their inherited medals from their fathers, grandfathers or uncles that served long ago, and some not so long ago. We listened to the prayers, national anthems (Australia as well) and speeches delivered by respected people of our community, including a girl and a boy from the local highschools. A triple gun salute, a bugle played the last salute, and a bagpipe a lament.
Then the 99th Dawn Parade dissolved, people laid flowers at the monument, and talked to each other. The sun was up above the sea. It was time to climb back up our hill, with the singing birds and have breakfast.
A friend of ours gave us a box of books from his mother whom passed away recently, knowing I like old books, to use in artwork or just for looking at. Amongst the books was an old postcard album, chock-full of mainly scenic cards from around the world, but the best thing for me were the messages on the back, and the old script in curly inked or pencilled letters.
Most were dated between 1906-1918. Including some cards sent from Egypt written by soldier Cecil, to Alf in New Zealand.
- "17/11/1915, on active service, Dear Alf,How do you like this kind of building. It is a great change to see some good work. I don't expect we shall be here long though, soon be at the front. Cecil."
It arrived at its' destination in Jan.1916.
The other postcard from Egypt doesn't have postmarks or address, so it would have been included within a letter.
- "Dear Alf. This is to let you know I am still alive & kicking, we are just resting after our first fight, which happened on Christmas day and we are very tired, we had to march a long way, but we got over it alright, and I am glad to say we got the best of it. I am unable to tell you where we are, but we are in fighting line at last. Will write a letter later on. I have heard from home. Cecil."
Did Cecil make it back home in one piece?
Our friend doesn't know who either fellow was. Just one of the 20% of new Zealand men that left New Zealand at that time, that made the months-long journey by ship to the other side to help Mother England.
"Lest we forget..."
|Cutting off some long curls from my friends' head.|
|Some well practiced hands giving a loving service.|
We googled how to tie them attractively and above all feminine-like, not tied as if you were going to spring clean the house.
One should always retain one's decorum...
She looked just fine after the buzzcut. The same N. just shorter hair. As a matter of fact it also took some years off!