Rāhui Day 30 (32): Spent much of the day trying to find something to commemorate in lives sacrificed to the gods of money, nationalism, and ego. The ANZAC Days of my childhood were not the jingoistic memorialising of tidied up carnage that they are today, the knowing was still too raw and real. Some men […]
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When I was a kid, New Year’s Eve was a bit of a thing.
Facebook 31 December 2021 When I was a kid, New Year’s Eve was a bit of a thing. I didn’t know then but where we lived was the wrong side of the tracks and brutally working class. It was post-war, the dawning of the 1950s, and everyone on our street lived in a state house. […]
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