Favourite Song Friday – Ronstadt

Yesterday I learnt of the deaths of two people – both were elderly gentlemen so had lived long and fairly full lives but both had been a part of my life; one was a wonderful neighbour on the street where I grew up and the other was my first neighbour in Melbourne when I moved here.

This week’s Favourite Song Friday is in honour of them:

Somewhere Out There by James Horner and

performed by Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram.

 

 

This song is special to me – I taught it to my daughter when she was tiny and we have sung it together ever since (usually in the car).

We have also watched An American Tail, (an animated movie in which this song features), many times and I can recommend that for a bit of fun too.

This song incorporates a love theme and a slightly terrestial theme – it may be a bit spooky but I have requested that my daughter have it played at my funeral – one day.  I am not religious but I would (selfishly) hope that the memory of me lives on, just a little, with my friends and loved ones after I am gone,

so that:

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another in that dream somewhere out there

I welcome your thoughts and songs that give you pause for thought, or just make you feel good and please share your Favourite Song this Friday (or any day).

 

 

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Anzac Day 2015

In 1986 I visited Anzac Cove in Gallipoli. It wasn’t Anzac Day but rather November, close to Remembrance Day. It was a deceptively tranquil piece of coastline where the tunnels, graves and memorial imposed a sense of surreal awe upon a young Australian backpacker.

Anzac Cove, Gallipoli

Ataturk's memorial at Gallipoli, Turkey

That was 29 years ago and I wouldn’t have believed that the commemoration of Gallipoli would grow even stronger as the years went by.

Today marks the 100th anniversary of the landing of the allied troops onto this forboding peninsula where so many thousands of young men died, and many observations were held across several continents to mark this solemn occasion.

I write about one in particular because it involves a relative of mine, who served at Gallipoli; my great-great uncle, Benjamin Bennett Leane was honoured today when Prince Charles read out part of his diary at the dawn service at Gallipoli.  The diary was written in the form of letters, addressed to his wife Phyllis, back in Australia looking after their 2 young children; Benjamin never met his youngest child.

Benjamin Leane (pictured standing on the far left) was one of 6 boys, 4 of whom served at Gallipoli – one of them was my great grandfather (seated front left in the picture).  Benjamin and his brothers managed to survive the ordeal at Gallipoli, but he was to die 2 years later at Bullecourt in France.

Life In Camelot, WWI, Anzac, Gallipoli, Leane family

My relatives, the Leane brothers, in WWI

This is just one of the hundreds of thousands of stories that would have been shared today and in the 100 years since the landing and ensuing battle at Gallipoli, forever to be known as Anzac Cove.

I would love to hear your stories too.