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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Castle Museum in York...

This post is 'one I prepared earlier' and saved in Drafts, so it's some more backtracking...back to our time in York.

DH remembered from his visit to the UK in 1981 that he had visited a museum in York which contained the cell where the highwayman Dick Turpin was imprisoned. The manager of our B&B was able to tell us that the museum we wanted was the Castle Museum...so off we headed.
This tower ruin was across the road from the museum...

Walking towards the entrance of the museum...

This museum had an amazing number of room settings from the various historical eras...



The medieval setting was very dark...which is understandable! :-)

1950s

The Victorian era street scene included this funeral carriage and horse...


Another kitchen...wartime I think it was...late 30s into mid 40s...

1980s

An old range...

Some of the lace garments in a shop window in the Victorian Era street scene...


A coach from the Victorian Era

Another horse drawn vehicle...

Eventually we got down to the depths of the castle and that cell!

Unlike 1981 though, there was a little bit of technology to make it quite an experience...a hologram Richard Turpin, who 'spoke' to us!


There were a number of these holograms of condemned men and a woman and even one of a rather sly jailer. 
In the old exercise yard of the castle prison was a set of stocks...photo opportunity?
But where was the basket of rotten fruit to throw? 

Sunday, April 27, 2014

ANZAC Day 2014...

This day, April 25, is like the Aussie and New Zealand version of Memorial Day in the US, where service men and women are paid tribute for their efforts in times of war...and especially those who died while serving. Services, marches, and ceremonies honour these people. This year DH and I were fortunate in that we were able to join some friends of ours at 2 ANZAC ceremonies in France. In France...you may wonder?? 
I had heard over the years of French villagers who continued to honour the Australian soldiers who, during the First World War helped save these villages from the enemy...I had read articles of how these villagers came to idolise the Aussie soldiers...and this was passed on to the subsequent generations. One such village was Villers Bretonneux. They have never forgotten...each year there would be wreathe laying ceremonies on ANZAC Day. Just outside the village there is a war cemetery where Allied soldiers are buried. 
There is also a huge Australian War Memorial which is the scene of an ANZAC Dawn service each year, attended by dignities from government ( Australian, NZ, Canadian, British, French etc) and all 3 military services plus thousands of ordinary Australians (and some NZ ers)  and many employees from the Department of Veterans' Affairs in the Federal government. 
My friend Carmen's great uncle lost his life in this area and is buried in one of the war cemeteries, and we teamed up with her family and another friend, to be there. ( I also saw another friend who was also there among the 6000...she knew DH and I would be there from Facebook but we didn't know she was even in France...lovely surprise) 
It was the most awe inspiring and emotional experience to have! 
Our alarm was set for 2 am but none of us had gotten much sleep after we had said goodnight at 10pm after meeting up for dinner the night before in Amiens...

We had to meet at the square near the Carlton Hotel in Amiens at 2.55 am to catch our shuttle buses which would take us out to Villers Bretonneux...it was a five minute stroll from our hotel. There were hundreds of people already there when we arrived at 2.45 am...
The buses start to arrive...

We were on the B series of shuttle buses so we had a little longer to wait. My friend had brought over some wreaths made with sprays of wattle (artificial of course) which she would place at the 2 ceremonies.


The drive to the war memorial took approximately 30 minutes. When we arrived we saw the huge numbers if people making their way up the hill to the memorial. It was eerie...people walked silently in the dark...plastic matting made temporary pathways thus avoiding the muddy wet ground.


The Australian flag and the French flag at half mast...




An army officer who served with Carmen's son stops to have a word with him and his family...

The camera crews at the side rush to get footage of a French soldier who was obviously very important...

Before the service, music and vocalists were provided by the Australian Army Band and choirs from The Hutchins School and St Michael's Collegiate School of Hobart. And images from WW1 were projected on the wall of the tower of the memorial.

Near the end of the service was the wreath laying...governments first and finally families...Carmen and her son laid the wreath of wattle sprays...


By the end of the service the sun was up and it was very very cold...


The names of the dead are on the wall you can see in this photo above...they are grouped by battalion and battlefield of the Western Front as it was known in WW1.




I said it was cold didn't I?
Some of the war graves of Commonwealth soldiers who died in battles here in World War 1



After a very welcome hot drink in one of the hospitality tents we headed to where we had to meet B4 shuttle bus which would take us to the village for the next ceremony.
The banner on the village hall building...

The Town Hall was decorated with green and gold bunting and sported 'kangaroos' grazing on the lawn!


Three of the ladies in the centre of the photo are employees of the Dept of Veterans Affairs in the Australian Government and they were organising before the ceremony began... 
A representative of the NZ military hands in a wreath to be presented during the ceremony...

More last minute organising...
Part of the lovely memorial in the village...

The second ceremony was much shorter and of course had more speeches in French from the local dignitaries.the Australian government was against represented by Julie Bishop...the Foreign Minister.



Carmen gets instructions from the paparazzi before she lays the wreath...she ended up having to do it twice ...



And just a few more photos in this lovely village in the Somme district...

We'd seen 2 ladies with glittery Stetson like hats with Aussie flag scarves the day before...sure enough we saw them at the smaller ceremony...here's one of the ladies talking to our bus organiser...


Even though we were exhausted by the time we got back to Amiens...we wouldn't have missed that opportunity for anything!