Category Archives: History

Witness to War

Solo day out to the museum.

 

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Perth 2016: Fremantle Prison

The building looked quaint and interesting enough from the outside, but once we went into the main buildings… The air of depression just weighed down.

And as if sensing the mood we were in, it started to rain…

 

Australian War Memorial – Canberra

https://www.awm.gov.au/

View of Parliament from the memorial. Looks deserted but crowds were teeming behind us.

I must say I do a pretty good job of cutting crowds out from my pictures.

Walking along this corridor, from a speaker came a simple pure voice reading out names of the people listed on the boards, and their ages. Listening to how young some of them were when they went off to war was just heartbreaking.

 

Brisbane’s City Hall // Clock Tower

Right in the middle of Brisbane city, is the old and vintage architecture of City Hall.

We headed upstairs for the clock tower tour.

 

The one and only cage lift still in use in Australia!

The space up in the clock tower there was a little smaller than I expected, with room for no more than maybe 8 people to stand comfortably.

 

Could only imagine what the view would have been like when the tower was first built – unobstructed by development and progress…

The Bonesetter’s Daughter

An emotionally deep novel about a Chinese family and heritage, based on Amy Tan’s personal stories and experience. It’s even been made into an opera.
After reading this, I couldn’t help but wonder how much of our stories are fading with the demise of our older generation.
I ask myself how much of my grandmother’s life do I know.
The answer, sadly, is not much.
I wonder why. Why have we never thought to ask? Why hasn’t anyone in the family talked about it? Why hasn’t anyone thought the remember so that we can pass on her stories to our own children and nieces and nephews one day?
My maternal grandparents and paternal grandfather are already deceased.  Only our paternal grandmother is left, and suddenly I am curious to know what her life was like as a little girl, growing up in war to post-war times. Would she want to talk? Would she talk only in dialect such that I won’t be able to answer her confidently? Would she talk, then tell my aunts and uncles that I’ve become “weird”, suddenly asking her such questions?
I do hope that I will have the courage to try. Maybe the brother might be interested to make a short film project out of it too ;p