2021 Mologa ANZAC Service

Belated 100 Years
ANZAC Day
2021

On March 24 th , 1920, this WW1 Memorial was
unveiled by Mrs. C Marlow.
The program was written for the ANZAC Day
service 2020 to be distributed to all attendees.
Due to the pandemic of Covid-19 the service
could not take place and thoughts went to the
next year. The Remembrance Day Service was
also cancelled.
But the flags were flown and candles lit in
memory of our Fallen and returned Soldiers.
Today we hope that we can remind us what our
soldiers had to endure, canon fire, hand
grenades, bayonet attack and gas, and they did it
because it was necessary.
It was necessary, in 2020, for us to do what we
were asked to do to solve the pandemic.
Due to the pandemic, shortfalls were
experienced, but in the end, we are now in a
better place as last year.
We hope that we look back and think that every
person has a duty to look after the other one.
Our soldiers looked after each other because it
was a matter of life and death to back each other
up. Any similarities?

Remembrance Day
At
Mologa
2020
At the morning of Remembrance Day, the flags were raised at
the Memorial as a sign of respect and in memory of the
soldiers who fought under this symbol of Australia. They went
in the hope of being able to make a difference for world peace.
In doing so, we have to remember the loved ones, which were
left behind. Imagine, the anguish felt, when the son went off
to war, not to know if he will come back or if he comes back
wounded.
All sorts of thoughts go through one’s mind while looking at
the Memorial and the surrounds which have been maintained.
The trees have grown and looking good with their light green
shoots. Life has come back to this area which is now a place to
remember and commemorate the young men who served in
the war which should end all wars.
Wreaths were laid and candles were lit in memory to all who
have suffered in the war. We should always remember and
pay our respect regardless of the situations we find ourselves
in. We got to make a difference and make sure that these
young people are not forgotten. Their suffering is our peace
now.
Lest we forget

Thank you for
your participation
in
remembering our soldiers
which have
given us
PEACE
Mologa & District
Landcare Group
2021 ag

100
Years
MOLOGA
WW1
Memorial
1920 2020

ANZAC DAY at MOLOGA
8 am Saturday 25 th April 2020
The Mologa and District Landcare Group welcomes you
to our service today.
On March 24 th , 1920, this WW1 Memorial was unveiled
by Mrs. C. Marlow, who lost 3 sons in the Great War to
end all wars. It has stood for one hundred years to
honour our service men of the district.
Three generations on, the Mologa and District Landcare
Group took on the task of looking after the Memorial. As
the district families have all but left the area and new
families arrived, we thought it would be appropriate to
keep the history of the Mologa township and the
Memorial alive, so generations of descendants will be
able to look back and see how this thriving little town
made history, and then went into decline. The last
business operating closed in 1972 to what Mologa is
today.
We extend our invitation to you all to stay and have a
BBQ breakfast and a chat.
Bill Boyd
President of the
Mologa and District
Landcare Group

Order of Service
ANZAC Day 2020
at Mologa
Welcome address and introduction of
MC
Cheryl McKinnon
The booklet “Faces to Names” about our war
heroes on the Memorial is still available.
The Booklet “100 Years WW1 Memorial at
Mologa, Victoria,” is also available.

Hymn
Abide with me
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comfort 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 thy 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,
the power and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
ANZAC DAY PRAYER
O Lord, lover of souls, who through the mouth of your
prophet of old declared that all souls are yours, we thank
you for the brave and faithful dead, who willingly laid
down their lives on the battlefields of war or succumbed
to the perils of the deep or of the air. We bless you for
the dauntless courage of those defenders of our country
who have fallen in the cause of truth and righteousness.
In your hand, O Father, we leave their departed spirits.
Grant us to follow their good example in faithfulness and
endurance, even unto death, that we may with them be
found worthy of the crown of everlasting life.
Amen

Recitation of poem
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant
Colonel
John McCrea
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That marks 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 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
(Flags raised)
Rouse

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 nature’s 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
Allison Marlow Paterson
Allison Marlow Paterson is an
Australian Author who writes
stories of our past for
children and adults alike.
Allison’s writing reflects her
passion for the past. In
addition to creating books for adults and picture
books about growing up on the farm, she is the
author of the
ABIA and CBCA notable title ANZAC Sons: Fife
Brothers on the Western Front.
Her 2018 release Australia Remembers: ANZAC
Day, Remembrance Day and War Memorials
heralds a new non-fiction series, with the next
arriving in 2020. Allison’s first novel for young
adults – Follow After Me – was created while
undertaking a May Gibbs Children’s Literature
Trust Fellowship.
The Sunshine Coast is where Allison enjoys life
as a writer, presenter and publishing consultant.

Closing Thanks
Ceremony concludes and BBQ
Breakfast follows.
A BIT OF WORN KHAKI
(The only son of his mother, and she was a
Widow. – Luke, 7, 12).
My soldier boy has fallen,
in the cause of right he fell;
he bravely did his duty
in the face of shot and shell.
No more my winsome laddie
As he left me, shall I see,
But they sent me home his Bible
And a bit of worn khaki!
He never flinched or faltered,
When the call of duty came;
My only son – I gave him –
Could I hold him here in shame,

To part with him was anguish,
He was more than life to me,
But they sent me home his Bible
And a bit of worn khaki!
I know not where they laid him,
But I know his lowly bed
Is by a fallen comrade
In the city of the dead.
I know that I shall see him
When at last the shadows flee,
For they sent me home his Bible
And a bit of worn khaki!
Of things sublime and sacred
It was little what he said;
He wore the garb of honor,
And he fought for them instead.
He fought for God and country,
And he died for you and me,
And they sent me home his Bible
And a bit of worn khaki!
- Fred P. Morris
Eaglehawk, 27 th December, 1916

This letter from a French girl to a young lady in
Bendigo was published on the 27 th December
1917 in the Bendigonian Newspaper and
reminds us of the poem “In Flanders Field” by
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae and the answer
“We Shall Keep the Faith” by Moina Michael.
LETTER FROM A FRENCH GIRL.
A young lady in this city (Bendigo) has received a
letter from a French girl, whom she has never
met, but with whom she has been corresponding
for some year’s past, and to whom she sent a
souvenir of her brother who was killed in action
in the battle of Pozieres. The letter was written
in French, and we make the following extracts: -
“Your brother reposes at the Somme, near
Pozieres, where he has laid down his young life,
not far from where I am. After such sacrifices
may Prussian militarism be abolished for ever.
The blood of your brother will not have been
shed in vain if humanity, set free from Germany,
is able to live more happily and more freely. It is
not only ‘For the Empire’ that your brother has
died: it is for me: it is for all French people; for all
nations who wish to be free. He has died, most

certainly a hero, and should be a great comfort
to you. I write to you in French. I am sorry to give
you the trouble of translating it, but I could not
have expressed myself well enough in English.
Especially I wish you to feel that I sympathise
with you, with all my heart, in your sorrow, and
that it is not for nothing that your brother has
died in my country. That is a bond which will
unite me to you for ever, and never will I forget
you. I am going to frame your brother’s photo,
(the one as a soldier), and keep it in my room.”
This poem was published on the 11 th July 1918 in
the Bendigonian Newspaper
A little packet, ribbon-tied,
The letters that we had from him,
We read them over, misty eyed,
Eyes that are yet with tear-drops dim,
Brief, simple letters, all unschooled,
Just such as any boy might send,
On writing pad all neatly ruled,
To father, mother, sister, friend.

Remembrances from friends at home,
The rumors of the great advance,
A parcel, letter, safely come,
Censored each one “somewhere in France.”
We smile even thro’ our tears, for oh,
The enemy might safely read
“I’m thinking of you all, you know,
Here in this dug-out with a weed.”
Those letters ceased at last to come.
Dear God, they will not come again!
And that last brief one from the Somme,
We read it o’er and o’er with pain,
Yet it is well, O soldier dear,
In some fare clime by us untrod,
Thou’rt still with heart that knows no fear
“On active service – for thy God.
- FRANK ELLIS
Lest we forget

2009
2020

Mologa and District
Landcare Group Inc
http://www.mologalandcare.com
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