It's very interesting to see what's happened to Anzac Day over my lifetime. I attended a lot of Anzac Day ceremonies in my childhood. On April 24 there would be a memorial service at school and we would all buy Anzac badges. Then on the day itself my scout group would gather early in the morning with the other marchers at the Sunnybank shopping centre on Station Road. Led by local war veterans, the various organisations would march - or rather stroll - down Station Road, turn left into Lister St (passing my house on the way, where Dad would wave from the verandah) and attend a short memorial service at the Municipal Hall. Someone would play the Last Post, we would sing Lest We Forget and someone would give a short address. I don't remember what they said, because I was always distracted by the honour boards listing the names of the local men who died in the two World Wars and whose names also graced our local streets. I stopped attending these e...
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