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Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2014

Lest We Forget - ANZAC Day

Thought I would do a blog post on ANZAC Day and why it is important to my family.  It is important for my children to know their family even though they have never met some of them.
"Lest We Forget"

What is Anzac Day?

ANZAC Day – 25 April – is probably Australia's most important national occasion. It marks the anniversary of the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War.

What does ANZAC stand for?

ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The soldiers in those forces quickly became known as Anzacs, and the pride they took in that name endures to this day.

Why is this day special to Australians?

When war broke out in 1914, Australia had been a federal commonwealth for only 13 years. The new national government was eager to establish its reputation among the nations of the world. In 1915 Australian and New Zealand soldiers formed part of the allied expedition that set out to capture the Gallipoli peninsula in order to open the Dardanelles to the allied navies. The ultimate objective was to capture Constantinople (now Istanbul in Turkey), the capital of the Ottoman Empire, an ally of Germany.
The Australian and New Zealand forces landed on Gallipoli on 25 April, meeting fierce resistance from the Ottoman Turkish defenders. What had been planned as a bold stroke to knock Turkey out of the war quickly became a stalemate, and the campaign dragged on for eight months. At the end of 1915 the allied forces were evacuated, after both sides had suffered heavy casualties and endured great hardships. Over 8,000 Australian soldiers had been killed. News of the landing on Gallipoli had made a profound impact on Australians at home, and 25 April soon became the day on which Australians remembered the sacrifice of those who had died in the war.
Although the Gallipoli campaign failed in its military objectives, the Australian and New Zealand actions during the campaign left us all a powerful legacy. The creation of what became known as the “Anzac legend” became an important part of the identity of both nations, shaping the ways they viewed both their past and their future.

My Grandfather (father's side)
Sydney Rupert Johns
Service Number: 6103
Rank: Private
Roll title: 12 Infantry Battalion - 13 to 23 Reinforcements (January-December 1916)
Conflict: First World War, 1914-1918
Date of embarkation: 8 August 1916
Place of embarkation: Hobart
Ship embarked on: HMAT Ballarat A70
I don't know very much about my Grandfather Johns.  I don't have a photo.  All I know is word of mouth, so I am not sure how correct it is!!  I was told that when he came back from serving in WWI, he was suffering from "shell shock."     He died in 1948.

My Grandfather (Mum's side)
James George Bricknell
I don't know much about my Grandfather Bricknell's time of service either.  I remember a photograph of him in uniform.  He seemed very young and handsome.  I have 2 little elephants that he bought back from his time overseas.

My Dad
Eric Sydney Johns






















Service Number: TX10873 
Date of birth:  23 Oct 1921 
Place of birth:  ULVERSTONE TAS
Place of enlistment:  BRIGHTON TAS
Next of Kin:  JOHNS SYDNEY
Dad served during WWII.  I have his ration book and a few other items that he had during this time.
I think Dad was still in training when the war ended, so he never was sent overseas. 
My Uncle
Wilton Tasman Bricknell
Service Number: TX8415
Rank: Private
Unit: 2/40th Battalion (Infantry)
Service: Australian Army
Conflict: Second World War, 1939-1945
Date of death: 24 June 1944
Place of death: At sea (South West Pacific Area)
Cause of death: Presumed
Cemetery or memorial details: Singapore Memorial, Singapore
I do know a bit about Uncle Wilton's service to his country.  I will probably do a blog post about him in the future.  I have to dig out the newspaper clippings, etc., that I have.  Uncle Wilton forged his birth date and his father's signature so he could enlist.  He was a Japanese POW when the ship he was on was torpedoed by and American submarine.  He was below deck and did not survive.

TAMAHOKO MARU (Saturday, June 24, 1944)
Part of a convoy sailing towards Japan with 772 Australian, British and American prisoners of war on board. With the lights of Japan in sight, one of the ships in the convoy, exploded after being torpedoed by the US submarine USS Tang. Nearby, the Tamahoko Maru was almost blown apart and water poured in through a gaping hole in her side. On top of the main hatch cover 80 men were sleeping. Not one of them survived. As the Tamahoko (6,780 tons) settled in the water, hundreds of prisoners jumped into the sea and soon a Japanese whale-chaser appeared and started picking up survivors. The final count was that 560 POWs had died. Of the 267 Australians on board only 72 survived. Fifteen US soldiers and sailors were killed as well as thirteen merchant seamen rescued from the sunk freighter "American Leader". Next day, 212 survivors of the Tamahoko Maru were brought into the harbour at Nagasaki to spend the rest of the war in the POW camp, Fukuoka 13.

My Mum
Dorothy Madeline Bricknell
My Mum signed up for the Australian Women's Land Army.  With so many of the men away at war, there was no one to work on the farms.  My Mum was only 17, so she had to get her Dad to give his permission.  She worked on several farms all over the state of Tasmania.  Mum was very proud of her service and she received a medal which I now have.

 

This is just a snippet of why ANZAC Day is important to me.  I hope that I can share more of my family history with my children, and all who care to read it!!

 

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Crappy Day & Burned Biscuits

Yesterday was a fairly crappy day.
I keep hoping that each year will get easier when the 23rd of April rolls around.
I guess in the grand scheme of things, it is easier in many aspects, but it still hurts. 
The physical pain isn't there, and the emotional pain isn't so raw.
But, many of the feelings and emotions still come to the surface.  Just......duller.
I still grieve for my Mum, Dad and brother at different times, but it is different than my grief for Emma.
On the 23rd April, 2004 I felt completely alone and engulfed in the despair of losing a child.  Every year that comes back.  Like I said, it is duller, but it is there.
The feelings pass and the knowledge that families are eternal is always a constant source of comfort.
I love this.....
A friend posted the following on face book.
It reminded me of something my mother shared years ago about some good family friends.  Just something very simple, but, it stuck with me.  My Mum told me that no matter what Anne put on the table for dinner every night, Mike always thanked her for the meal.  Never complained if it was something he didn't like or if the recipe hadn't turned out as expected.
I am blessed that Jim follows that same philosophy.
Burned Biscuits - and the lesson we all should learn
 When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!  All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing...never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said, "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Mom put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides--a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.  I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today...that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of the Divine Creator. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket--keep it in your own."
So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.
And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life--


and remember to be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
 
Sally-Ann

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Good-byes & New Beginnings.......

Well, it is extremely obvious that I need to do some serious catching up on my blog!
But, before I even begin to attempt that grandiose feat........
here is what has been happening the past 2 weeks or so.
For the past 2 years Samuel has been attending Sydney's School.
He has grown in leaps and bounds.
The therapists and teachers there have worked with him, have loved him and taught him.
They have given Jim and I the skills and tools we need to help Sam, and us!!!!
Words will never be able to express how we feel about the changes for Sam over the past 2 years.
Here is a post I did at the beginning of school last year
First Day of Kindergarten
The 4th of August was Sam's last day at Sydney's School.
I cried.
I just realized that I never posted about how and why we ended up at Sydney's school.  I will, but not today.
I put together a little video, I think that will show why Sydney's School will always have a place in our hearts.

Yesterday, 20th August, Samuel started a new chapter in his life. 
Yesterday was his first day at Morning Star School!
His 1st grade teacher is Mrs. Castaneda.
He had a wonderful day. 
 I didn't get a photo yesterday, but I did this morning.  I am glad that I waited, be sure and take a close look at Sam's big smile!!!
I was hoping that it would be a bit more noticeable, but Sam is missing a upper, front tooth!

We are looking forward to a great year for Samuel!!!

Sally-Ann


Friday, October 14, 2011

Waiting, waiting, waiting........

About this time 6 years ago, I was laying in a hospital bed patiently 
waiting, waiting, waiting.......
Bed rest for a high risk pregnancy does not help you develop patience.
You have a lot of time on your hands.
A lot of time to worry...
A lot of time to stress.....
A lot of time to dwell on nightmares from the past.....
All the things that the bed rest, in the hospital, were supposed to help aleviate.
HAH!!!  I say. 
The doctors didn't know me as well as they thought they did!!


What is one of my biggest fears in life???
Needles.......
More precisely, needles sticking into me.
Yet, every Monday for 3 weeks I endured a amnio.
They are not for the faint hearted.
I am most definetely not the poster child for this procedure.
But, for my children, I would do anything....
are you reading children?????

I have read in the scriptures about people praying continuously for nights and days.
I often thought......how could they do that??

Every day the nurses would come in to monitor Samuel's heart beat.
Every day I would hold my breath and wait.
Nearly every day they couldn't find it.
Nearly every day I would go down to have an ultra sound.
There I would hear that reasurring thump, thump, thump.
Then, then I could breath again.

I now know and understand how someone can pray continuously.....unceasingly.








I would do anything for this little boy.
At times I still feel that I am praying for him continuously......unceasingly.

Sally-Ann

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Gratitude

Nothing profound to say today. 
Will get back on the band wagon in updating my blog tomorrow.  
But, have been thinking a lot today about gratitude.  Not just because it is Thanksgiving this week, but because it is good to sit back and remember that we need to be more grateful for the things that we have, grateful for the kindness of those around us.  Grateful for the things that are offered and given to us.  Grateful for the sacrifices of others on our behalf.  Grateful for the thoughtful word, the quiet acts that go unnoticed except to those on the receiving end.


Thank you to all those who  touch my life. 
You make a difference.
It doesn't go unnoticed.
I am grateful.
Sally-Ann