This blog has been developed to provide information and encourage sharing for the Premier's Anzac Spirit School Prize students participating in the study tours to Darwin in 2021, 2022 and 2023.
Image from the Virtual War Memorial at Virtual War Memorial (vwma.org.au) Going to the primary sources In our research for the trip it is very important that we seek out the primary sources for the bombing of Darwin story - to listen to and read from those who were actually there on those fateful days. Primary sources are critical for us to understand the state of mind of those involved and to piece together a complete story of the bombing. When we are in Darwin we will be at museums that will profile the stories of the survivors of the bombing but we thought it would be good if you spent some time now listening and reading the stories of some of the survivors. Feel free to search for other sources with the survivors talking about their experiences in 1942. Please email the links to Malcolm if you come across some survivor stories to share with the group before we go. Source...
On 25 June, 2021 the 2020 Premier's Anzac Spirit School Prize students gathered at the Drill Hall in Anzac House to celebrate the success of the trip to Darwin and the Top End and to share their observations and experiences with special guests and parents who were invited to the reception. The reception was addressed by Ms Susan Cameron, Executive Director of Curriculum and Learning in the Education Department and Ms Cheryl Cates, RSL SA President. We are proud to say that all the students addressed the reception and shared their wonderful observations of the trip. They all did a great job. Bob Kearney also addressed the reception and shared his usual amazing thoughts and philosophies with the audience. Always a pleasure to hear Bob - his contribution to this group has been amazing. Here are some photographs from the reception. Susan Cameron addresses the reception Cheryl Cates addressing the reception ...
Friendship by Aston Joshy Friendship. From the day I got to the airport and saw all the other 19 faces I knew the butterflies in my stomach would never fly away. I was scared to be honest and the fact that I was going to live with them for the next ten days made me feel worse. I said goodbye to my parents and started talking to the first boy I saw; it was pretty awkward, and I couldn’t talk about anything we had in common. We got on the plane and turbulence hit like crazy along with a squeal form my throat that cracked up the two other kids laughing beside me. Finally, we had something in common and that was our laughter. That was the moment that I started talking to everyone else. We were all so different, but I guess that’s what brought us together. Sharing bus rides for several hours, to everyone sipping off the one slushy I bought, to jumping in the river and commemorating the ANZAC soldiers at the harbour together. The friendship that I made on this trip; meeting all these a...
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