It wasn't one of the grand ceremonies that you see in the cities. It was just a simple service down near the beach. There was some seating but most people just stood under the trees through the whole service.
This year some of our younger residents decided that our ANZAC nurses needed to be honoured, so they put together a small piece in which they dressed in period costume and read from the diaries of some of those nurses who were at Anzac Cove. I hadn't realised that there was only one hospital boat. Those poor young women, the carnage that they saw. They had so many wounded that they had to leave soldiers to die on the beaches.
One nurse managed to get her diaries home and have them published against all odds so that the public would know what was actually happening.
There were also readings from the letters of one of the stretcher bearers.
And then there was the story of Simpson and his donkey, starring Lollipop.
She was a very reluctant star and it took some pulling and coaxing to get her down there.
Yesterday she was washed and groomed and a poppy put behind her ear.
When it came to her big moment she was a star.
And then she stood quietly till the end of the service when the Last Post was played.
Yesterday I bought some flowers to lay in memory of my father. Both of my little grand daughters wanted to carry them and would have liked to have been here today to put them on the memorial.
Their great grand father would have liked that. He always felt that serving in WW2 was the most important thing he had done in his whole life.
Lest we forget.