ANZAC Day 2019

ANZAC DAY 2019
AT
WW1 MEMORIAL
MOLOGA
VICTORIA

ANZAC DAY at MOLOGA
8 am Thursday 25 th April 2019
Invitation to all community and descendants of our
soldiers to join with the Mologa and District Landcare
Group in commemorating our war heroes on ANZAC
DAY at the Mologa War Memorial, service commencing
at 8 am.
Guest Speaker Reg Crawford
The booklet “Faces to Names” about our war heroes on
the Memorial is still available.
After the service a Bar-B-Que breakfast will be served
and all attending are asked to bring their own chairs and
stay and have a chat well into the afternoon. (the
weather may be a bit cool)
All descendants are asked to bring along any war medals
and photos they may have for display.
We will be planting four LONE PINE seedling and
everyone is invited to participate.
Bill Boyd
President
Mologa and District Landcare Group

Order of Service
ANZAC DAY 2019
at MOLOGA
Welcome address and introduction of MC
CR Cheryl McKinnon
Mayor of
Loddon Shire
Will guide us through the service as MC

Hymn
Abide with me
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glory passed away;
Change and decay in all around I see –
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the
Skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain
Shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

The Lord’s Prayer
Our father who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be they name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy will be done;
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the Kingdom,
And the power and the glory,
For ever and ever. Amen.
ANZAC DAY PRAYER
God of love and liberty, we bring our thanks this day for
the peace and security we enjoy, which was won for us
through the courage and the devotion of those who gave
their lives in time of war. We pray that their labour and
sacrifice may not be in vain, but that their spirit may live
in us and in generations to come. That the liberty, truth
and justice which they sought to preserve, maybe seen
and known in all the nations upon earth. This we pray in
the name of the one who gave his life for the sake of the
world, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Recitation of poem
In Flanders Field by Lieutenant
Colonel
John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Wreath Laying
The Ode
Comes from For the Fallen, a poem by the English poet
and writer Laurence Binyon
Read by
Alina Gould
“They shall grow not old, as we are left to 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.”
Last Post
One Minute’s silence
Rouse (Flags raised)

AUSTRALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM
Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in natures gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
Advance Australia Fair.
Beneath our radiant Southern Cross
We’ll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.

Guest speaker
Reg Crawford
Graduate, Officer Cadet School Portsea, The University
of New England, The University of Canberra and the
Australian Army Command and Staff College (Royal
Australian Army’s masters level Leadership and
Management Program)
Overview
Reg enjoyed a 22 year Army career that included
operational service in Rwanda, East Timor and Iraq. He
commanded units from small teams to operational units
of 300 personnel, including soldiers from Egypt, the UK
and the USA. He served in the elite Special Air Service
Regiment (SAS) for a greater part of his career and
gained considerable cultural awareness and experience
acting as an advisor to the United Nations in New York,
running training teams in Malaysia, and working closely
with teams from many Asian nations.

He has worked with senior State and Federal
Government officers while working for the NSW Police
Commissioner during the Sydney Olympic Games and
throughout his Army career, hosted and briefed many
Prime Ministers, Presidents and senior government
ministers from Australia, South East Asia and Africa.
He was awarded the United States Bronze Star Medal
for acts of leadership during the 2003 Iraq War.
Reg left the Army in 2005and accepted a 12 month
contract with Collingwood Football Club as Chief of
Staff/General Manager, Football. Reg established his
own Leadership and Team Development company
Crawford Ross in 2006 and has consulted throughout
Australia and internationally.
Qualifications
Master of Defence Studies in Leadership and
Management, University of Canberra, 1997
Bachelor of Professional Studies in Asian Politics and
Language, University of New England, 1996
MLQ 360 Leadership Development and Coaching
Master Practitioner, MLQ International, 2007
Closing Thanks
Planting of the Lone Pines
Ceremony concludes and BBQ
Breakfast follows

Mother, Daughters, Wives
(Judy Small)
Danny Spooner sang Judy Small’s song Mothers, Daughters,
Wives on his 2007 CD of fairly contemporary Australian
songs, Emerging Tradition. He noted: “Often they are
victims of conflict, yet some women have been prepared to
hand out the ‘white feather’ to men who stayed away from
the fight without enquiring the reason. In this song Judy
Small suggests that while social conditioning might have
been the cause of past acceptance, many modern women
refuse to be stereotyped.
Lyrics
Danny Spooner sings Mothers, Daughters, Wives
Chorus (after every other verse):
The first time it was fathers, the last time it was sons,
And in between your husbands marched away with drums
and guns.
And you never stopped to question, you just went on with
your lives,
For all they’d taught you who to be mothers, daughters,
wives.
You can only just remember the tears your mother shed;
As she sat and read their papers, through the lists and lists
of dead.
And the gold frames held the photographs that mothers
kissed each night,
And the doorframes held the shocked and silent strangers
from the fight.

And twenty-one years later, with children of your own,
The trumpets sounded once again and the soldier boys
were gone.
And you drove their trucks and made their guns and tended
to their wounds,
And at night you kissed their photographs and prayed for
safe returns.
And after it was over, you had to learn again
To just be wives and mothers when you’d done the work
for men,
So you worked to help the needy and you never trod on
toes
And the photo on the pianos they struck a happy family
pose.
Then your daughters grew to women and your little boys to
men,
And you prayed that you were dreaming when the call-up
came again.
But you proudly smiled and held your tears as they bravely
waved goodbye
And the photos on the mantelpiece, they always made you
cry.
And now you are getting older and with times the photos
fade
And in widowhood you’re sitting, and reflect the parade,

Of the passing of your memories as your daughters change
their lives,
Seeing more to their existence than just mothers, daughters,
wives.
Final chorus:
The first time it was fathers, the last time it was sons,
And in between your husbands marched away with drums
and guns.
And you never stopped to question, you just went on with
your lives,
For all they’d taught you who to be was mothers, daughters,
wives,
And you believed them.
The Twenty-Fifth of April
By Roderic Quinn
THIS day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the memory
Of those who fought and died, and fought and live,
And gave the best that man can give
For love of Land. It dawns once more,
And, though on alien sea and shore
The guns are silent all,
Yet we with pride recall
The deeds which gave it immortality.

Great deeds are deathless things!
The doer dies, but not the deed,
And, when upon that fateful April day
Our Anzacs, throwing all but love away,
Gave life and limb for Honour’s sake,
With Freedom tremblingly at stake,
They lit a beacon-light
Imperishable, bright,
That evermore the Nation’s soul shall heed.
Not Peace, not Peace alone
Can make a nation great and good
And bring it that full stature, strength, and grace
That fit it for an age-enduring place
In men’s regard. Through storm and strife
It runs to sweet and noble life;
For through its veins there runs
The valour of great sons
Who died to give it stately nationhood.
This day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the thrilling thought
Of those who proved their souls, it reappears;
And thus ‘twill dawn, and dawn through future years
Till time our petty deeds efface,
And others, dwelling in our place,
Tell o’er, with tongue and pen,
The glorious tale again
Of how on beach and crag the Anzacs fought.

Bendigonian Thu 18 Oct 1917
Spring 1917
Oh, the wattle blossom gleams like gold, its
fragrant leaves between –
Shining balls of Nature’s jewels glistening
thro’ the bushland’s green.
But above the piercing perfume which is
flooding all the scene,
I can smell the hellish poison gas in
Flanders.
Oh, the birds are mating gaily in their
sunsteeped nests up high,
And the blackbird’s not is just as sweet
as in the years gone by;
But above the bellbirds singing and the
kookaburra’s cry,
I can hear the guns a-booming there in
Flanders.
Oh, the grass is springin’ fresh and green
beneath our dragging feet,
and the waxflowers and the heather form a
carpet rare and sweet;
yet even as I tread it and go forth the
spring to greet,
I wonder if it grows as green upon the
Graves in Flanders.
-JESSIE CURTIS, Bendigo

The
LONE PINE

The story of the pine cones
After the battle, Lance Corporal Benjamin Charles
Smith, 3 rd Battalion, AIF, collected several pine cones
from the branches used to cover the trenches. This
was done in commemoration of his brother Mark,
who died on 6 August, and Smith sent the pine cones
home to his mother.
From one of these cones Smith’s mother sowed
several seeds and successfully raised two seedlings.
One was planted in Inverell, New South Wales,
where both her sons had enlisted. The other was
presented to the Australian War Memorial, to be
planted in its grounds in honour of her own and
others’ sons who fell at Lone Pine.
An Aleppo pine (Pinus halepensis) propagated from
seeds collected from the Lone Pine tree planted in
the grounds of the Australian War Memorial,
Canberra, by HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester,
on 24 October 1934.

The following plaques will be installed at a later
date

THE AUSTRALIAN
“The Bravest Thing God
Ever Made”
A BRITISH OFFICER’S OPINION
The skies that arched his land were blue,
His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,
And yet from earliest hours he knew
The tides of victory and defeat:
From fierce floods thundering at his
birth,
From red droughts ravening while he played,
he learned to fear no foes on earth –
“The bravest thing God ever made.”

The bugles of the Motherland
Rang ceaselessly across the sea,
To call him and his lean brown band
To shape Imperial destiny;
He went, by youth’s grave purpose willed,
The goal unknown, the cost un-
Weighed,
The promise of his blood fulfilled –
“The bravest thing God ever made.”
We knew – it is our deathless pride! –
The splendour of his first fierce blow;
How reckless, glorious, undenied,
He stormed those steel-lined cliffs
We know!
And none who saw him scale the height
Behind his recking bayonet-blade
Would rob him of his title right –
“The bravest thing God ever made”.
Bravest where half a world of men
Are brave beyond all earth’s rewards,
So stoutly none shall charge again
Till the last breaking of the
swords;
Wounded or hale, who home from war,
Or yonder by the Lone Pine laid,
Give him his due for evermore-
“The bravest thing God ever made”.
W.H.O., in London “Punch”

In her life, English writer and sculptor Clare
Sheridan challenged convention and crossed many
social boundaries. In her art, she also bridged
ideologies; she sketched Mussolini, and sculpted
busts of Gandhi, Lenin, Trotzky, as well as her
cousin Sir Winston Churchill, whose politics she had
come to appreciate just as he respected her
creativity: Yes my dear, we had to fight those Nazis
it would have been too terrible had we failed. But in
the end you have your art. The Empire I believed in
has gone.
Woman leading blind soldier was commissioned by
the National War Museum in London, where a
special sub-committee was set up to collect and
display items pertaining to the women’s war effort.
Sheridan made this second cast and gave it to the
model, Trooper Ernest Charles Matheson, an
Australian who served with the 9 th Light Horse in
Gallipoli and convalescent at St Dunstan’s Hospital
for the Blind during 1915-17, where Sheridan met
him. (ART19568)

Mologa & District
Landcare Group
http://www.mologalandcare.com
memories@mologalandcare.com
April 2019