I’ve never written in Real Stories before (Real Recipes is more my thing) but tonight I was moved by the fact that my children started talking to their father about Anzac Day.
The news was on and there was a lot of articles on the news about Anzac Day. One of my children had also been talking about it at school. The main thing she remembered was her teacher saying that the sea at Gallipoli was pure red because of all the blood!
At the time I thought this was a bit gruesome and perhaps a little scary for a year 5 student but it seems it actually impressed upon her just how many men must have had to die on that day for the sea to change colour.
So I’m glad that all the reporting on the centenary has helped us bring it back to life with our kids.
Tomorrow we’re all going to the Dawn Service for the first time ever and I hope it will be the start of a new tradition.
They are going to call my Mum and talk to her about my Great Grandfather who served in the Light Horse Brigade in the second World War and his father who served before him.
I’ll make Anzac biscuits with them and tell them how my Grandmother made these for years in the second world war and sent tin boxes of them right across the World with hand written notes of thanks inside each box.
Tomorrow will be a sad day but it will be a day when my children understand that to be free and safe sometimes takes a huge sacrifice.
We are blessed to live in such a lucky country; I think it’s important our children know this must sometimes come at a cost.
I hope we always remember and I pray we are always thankful.
Posted by NicNacNoo, 24th April 2015