Pics from Wichits Ridge yesterday
Posted on 04/22/2020 6:06:38 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
Pics from Wichits Ridge yesterday
Howdy, LUV.
There have been better days but so far, it hasn’t been a disaster. Been dealing with a sick cat all day and night.
I did get the grocery shopping done in the dry .... barely. LOL It started sprinkling as I drove home. Raining pretty hard at the moment.
We might get a little storm or two tomorrow but the chances are slim. They’ll stay well south of us again. They’re already ripping across MS. :-(
Howdy, Kathy.
The rain is here but hasn’t been too heavy until a few minutes ago. It’s really pounding on the roof at the moment.
It must still be pretty warm up there. The ice on Lake Hood is melting pretty quickly these days.
Is that mound of snow in your front yard disappearing?
Howdy, E.G.C. ((HUGZ))
Glad you were lucky enough to miss out on the bad storms. That system has moved over here but the storms dove south of us. We’ll get more rain and maybe a thunderstorm or two but nothing severe.
Looks like your weather cleared off nicely for your outing with Gizmo.
Its been a good time to observe community spirit and a degree of solidarity as we all face this new frontier. Pumpkins, celery and eggs arrive on our driveway and home baking and feijoas go out from our place to others. With our usual treadmill stopped its an unusual time to partly live a life we'd lost decades ago. Its autumn here which is the best time of year.
Very interesting indeed.
“And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda”
- Eric Bogle
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he’d primed himself well. He shower’d us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin’.
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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NOTES:
“Matilda” - the backpack and associated gear used by livestock drovers and prospecters
In remote areas of the Australian outback.
“Swag” - canvas sleeping bag
“Billabong” - creek or estuary, generally with an outlet to the sea and containing more or less brackish water.
I sang that one a couple of times at our weekly (until the closings) Irish session at our nearby pub. Tear jerker.
“spel can pour...pinkies up!”
Yes, I sure can.....pour it right down the tubes!!!!!!
Hi, Radu! How are you & all your furry critters doing?
Howdy, tomkow!
We’re hangin’ in there like a hair in a biscuit.
You doin’ alright these days?
They weren't a large presence, but contributed rifle companies under operational control of the 3rd Battalion of the Royal Australian Regiment. That regiment played a big part in TET 68 where my brigade ran many patrols in tandem with them. Great bunch of lads.
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