Lest We Forget.

Post 63 - - - - Friday, 10 November 2006.

Hello there my friends ~ Well it is the end of the week here,

and the weekend almost here. The days go so quickly, whether

you are having fun or not !! I choose to have fun, whatever

I am doing. My glass is always half full. (Of diet cordial !!)

Well, I like it anyway.

Tomorrow is Remembrance Day in Australia, when we honor

all the servicemen and women who gave their lives for this

country. We have two minute’s silence at the 11 th hour, of

the 11^th day of the 11^th month.

“The Ode” written by Laurence Binyon at the time of the first

World War, is always recited during Remembrance Day.

They shall not grow old

as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun

and in the morning

we will remember them. LEST WE FORGET.

What is an Aussie ?

Beneath the Southern Cross --- “down under” - - - we find a delightful creature called . . . an Aussie.

Aussies come in assorted shapes and sizes, but all have one aim--- to enjoy life to the fullest, and to go down happily when their time is up. Aussies are found everywhere – in cities, out in the mulga, on the beach, in every industry known –-- and in some that are never heard of elsewhere in the world.

Most other people love them. No one really hates them, and by their own efforts, they have earned the respect of the world at large.

An Aussie is truth with a sun-burned face --- re-assurance with a grin a mile wide --- and the hope of the future, jesting as he heads for a game of Swy !! (This is two up, a betting game where two pennies are thrown up.They bet if it will land on Heads or Tails.)

An Aussie is a composite. He is a sportsman, an artist, a farmer, and a banker --- and in the world of science, has shown the way in many fields. Yet, he is a modest, slow-moving, easy-going bloke, who becomes a quick thinking dynamo when one of

his mates is in strife.

He likes steaks, beer, a “grouse sort”, smoke-ohs, a good yarn,

and a gamble on anything under the sun.

He doesn’t go much for dolling-up, smart-alecks, bullying, whingers, or army-style stew.

Keen on all forms of sport, he likes to see fair play –--and woe

betide any double-crossers. Aussies fall into 2 categories ---

the old and the New. Though a bit reticent at first, the Old has taken the New to his heart, so now it’s often hard to tell them apart.

No one earns his pay so easily, nor loses it so quickly, on a sure

thing that didn’t come home.

He criticises everything from the way the country is run, to the increased price of fuel; and always has a theory on how Australia is certain to win the Ashes (a cricket trophy), if only

the selectors would take a bit of notice of him.

He growls a lot, about this and that. But when his country calls,

all else is forgotten, and he’s there quick as a flash, fighting to

keep the nation free. And when all looks black, he gives a grin and calmly says, “She’ll be sweet, sport. Give us the makin’s,

will you ?” (to roll a cigarette).

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Couple of jokes - - -

The crowd was becoming wilder and wilder as the Poms looked set to take the Ashes. As the excitement grew and beer cans began to fly, one bloke down near the fence started ducking and weaving to avoid the deluge.

“Don’t worry, mate,” a stranger advised. “If your name is not on it, you’re safe. That’s what we used to say during the war.”

“That’s fine for you to say, mate” came the worried reply, “but

my name is Foster.”

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Talks between union members and their employer were at an impasse. The union denied that the company’s workers were

abusing the sick leave provisions set out in their contract.

One morning at the bargaining table, the company’s chief negotiator held up the morning newspaper.

“This man,” he announced, “called in sick yesterday.” There on the sports page was a photo os the supposedly ill man, who just won a golf tournament with an excellent score.

A union negotiator broke the silence in the room. “Wow<” he said. “Just think of the score he could have had if he wasn’t sick.

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Couple of quotes from a little book one of my cute grand-daughters gave me. Cute little book, and cute quotes. - - -

A perfect grandparent : loves them, spoils them, then sends

them home.

Mothering is a necessity, grandmothering is a luxury.

Grandma’s are mothers with lots of practice.

There’s no place like home – except Grandmas.

That is it folks, Have a wonderful weekend, Cheers, Merle.

Post 63 - - - - Friday, 10 th November, 2005.

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