Saturday, May 16, 2009

May 16

Shockingly late, fish and vegies and chooks and the tribe and stuffs got in the way....!
Think I need a wife to manage everything for me!

Around this time people used to gather on Sundays in May on Wrekin Hill, in Shropshire, UK, to toast the health of all the people around the Wrekin; so much jocularity and imbibing took place that it was eventually, like all party games, banned.
You can read about the fight to save the Wrekin Hill HERE and the folklore of the Wrekin Giant HERE.

1891 Henry Lawson's poem Freedom on The Wallaby was first published on this date and when later read out in the Qld Parliament there were calls for Lawson to be charged with sedition. *gasp*.

1908 Down on your luck authors and poets of Oz need fret no more as the Commonwealth Literary Fund was founded as a pension fund but in 1939 Pig Iron Bob Menzies (can't you just feel the lurve?) turned it into a grants scheme for writers and then Gough hand-balled it into the Australia Council in 1973.

1939 The Royal Commission into the Black Friday bushfires of 1939 presented its final report to Parliament.
You can read about it HERE and see how deaf some pollies and govt depts are to commonsense.

1943 Dam Busters raid, with the participation of many Aussies and Kiwis, took place at Ruhr Valley in Germany.

1975 Four Avenues, the first alternative school in NZ, was opened.
You can read a social history of Four Avenues HERE.

1981 The Kiwi soccer team, the All Whites, beat Oz in Sydney 2-0 to take them through to the World Cup Finals in Spain in 1982.
Read more HERE.

1981 The Australian Soccer Team was dealt a savage blow by an over-seas competitior - just kidding!!!

Freedom On The Wallaby by Henry Lawson
Australia's a big country
An' Freedom's humping bluey,
An' Freedom's on the wallaby
Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey?
She's just begun to boomerang,
She'll knock the tyrants silly,
She's goin' to light another fire
And boil another billy.

Our fathers toiled for bitter bread
While loafers thrived beside 'em,
But food to eat and clothes to wear,
Their native land denied 'em.
An' so they left their native land
In spite of their devotion,
An' so they came, or if they stole,
Were sent across the ocean.

Then Freedom couldn't stand the glare
O' Royalty's regalia,
She left the loafers where they were,
An' came out to Australia.
But now across the mighty main
The chains have come ter bind her –
She little thought to see again
The wrongs she left behind her.

Our parents toil'd to make a home –
Hard grubbin 'twas an' clearin' –
They wasn't crowded much with lords
When they was pioneering.
But now that we have made the land
A garden full of promise,
Old Greed must crook 'is dirty hand
And come ter take it from us.

So we must fly a rebel flag,
As others did before us,
And we must sing a rebel song
And join in rebel chorus.
We'll make the tyrants feel the sting
O' those that they would throttle;
They needn't say the fault is ours
If blood should stain the wattle!

4 comments:

Marita said...

I might go raise a toast to the Wrekin and to Henry Lawson's greatness.

Brian Hughes said...

"Think I need a wife to manage everything for me!"

I wouldn't bother if I were you, Jayne. They never live up to their own hyperbole.

Timespanner said...

"Dam Busters raid, with the participation of many Aussies ..."

... and Kiwis. 617 Squadron was, according to Wiki and other sites, formed from RAF, RAAF, and RNZAF personnel. The last surviving Dambuster pilot is a Kiwi, Les Munro.

Jayne said...

Ok, Marita, I'll raise a glass of Sarsparilla ;)

Pfft, Brian, that's husbands you've got mixed up :P

Excellent, Lisa, was too rushed to check this morning but I'll edit it now, thanks! :)

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