Here is our, Pa Tom, mum's dad. He was a gunner in World War 1. Here he is, so young. I am remembering him this Anzac Day- and all he went through. His asthma was really bad when he came back from the Front. Some said it was the mustard gas. He died of an asthma attack early one morning in Invermay, Launceston Tasmania, in 1956. When we were little kids he used to whisper , "run up to the shops and buy a packet of fags for your poor old Pa, but don't tell Nan". He would press the coins into my hand, and off we would trot; how strange I felt - on this secret mission.
I never march on Anzac Day. I feel so strange about it all. I just can't relate to nationalism, patriotism or war. The only time I ever went to an Anzac Day March was when we women marched under a banner: "In memory of all women of all countries, raped in all wars." I think it was around 1981. I filmed it on super 8 –the women's faces – such gravitas and dignity. They-we marched straight into the waiting police paddy wagons; the organisors wouldn't give permission to the women to march under that banner. The great unspoken of war.
Ps This photo is not the Sydney 1981 Anzac Day March....and I have no idea who the red circled person is!
I am a documentary filmmaker, writer, film valuer and Research Associate UTS.
During 2002-2013 I taught Issues in Documentary (p/t) at UTS; I am currently as a Research Associate at UTS working on several projects: a digital archival project: ‘Memory=Film’, drawn from my 30 year super 8 collection and earlier documentaries; and a nonfiction essay-memoir about colonising in the Kimberley. My last documentary was Island Home Country ; it was my doctorate film produced at UTS and screened on ABCTV. All my documentaries are available online (VOD) at beamAfilm