The lines of this poem were penned by a first-time poet in a dugout “Somewhere in France” in 1917. Perhaps it was written as a pledge to lost friends that they will be remembered for their sacrifice.
On ANZAC Day 2023, this poem lets us remember them.
Tag Archives: Beadle
A Special Recipe or Two
A few recipes from my female forebears – my mother and the women before her who loved baking for their families…
Remembering Bill
William Henry Darlington Beadle was so dearly loved and admired by his family, they held on to items as a way of remembering him. Collectively they now tell us his story…
of dust and glare 