Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Memories

Roll of Honour, Australian War Memorial, Canberra

The Roll of Honour records and commemorates members of the Australian armed forces who have died during or as a result of war service, or for Post-1945 conflicts, warlike service, non-warlike service and certain peacetime operations.

It takes the form of bronze panels in the Memorial’s Commemorative Area and the Roll of Honour database.

Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 135 – Memories

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Merry-Go-Round

This merry-go-round is one of my earliest childhood memories. Growing up in Canberra, this was the highlight of my shopping trips with Mum. If I was good, at the end, I would get a ride.

Originally, the merry-go-round started operating in 1914 at the St Kilda Esplanade in Melbourne.  It was designed and built by Herbert Thomson of Armadale, Victoria, for German showman Anton Weniger.

The merry-go-round and organ were later purchased for the people of Canberra. After extensive restoration work, the merry-go-round began operating in a colourfully painted pavilion in Petrie Plaza in the centre of Civic during Canberra Day celebrations on 13 March 1974. The horses are four abreast in 14 rows. There are also two hand carved wooden elephant carriages.  One elephant is white the other is grey. My favourite horse was always Pharlap and I never rode the elephants (they didn’t move up and down and were for babies!)

On a recent visit home to Canberra, my sister and I decided to take a ride…for old time’s sake!

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 102 – Memories

Scribblings by Sarah

The Ur

I recall a time when my brother and I had to share a room. We’d stay up late into the night whispering stories of nothing and everything to each other. The darkness made funny, threatening shapes out of the furniture. And under the bed, was where The Ur lived.

I don’t know where he’d come from, or why, he was just THERE one day. I had never seen him but he was there under our beds. Waiting for one of us to step down onto the floor so he could grab at our ankles and pull us down into his imaginary world where we did not know what we would become…and we did not want to find out! Maybe he would eat us…keep us as pets…or maybe we’d become nothing.

We were always very careful not to put our feet on the floor until we were out of reach of his gnarled, ugly hand which always seemed to be reaching out at us – even as we huddled together on the bed. You see, the only real safe place was deep, down, under the covers.

Sometimes, we were really brave and one of us would run and turn on the light because we couldn’t stand being in the dark with him any longer.

The Ur haunted our dreams, as well as our nights, and once, during the day, he even rang us up!

I’m not exactly sure what has become of him – he went away years ago. We must have left him behind when we moved house. He might still be there, under the bed, bothering the children who live there now.

Or maybe, he is just lonely.

By Year 11 Sarah

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: imaginary, brave