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Canberra - Ausrtalia's National Capital
View along Anzac Parade from the War Memorial to Parliament House.
We spend a lovely winter weekend in Canberra recently and among other things visited the War Memorial.  It reminded me of a story I wrote when recording my family history 12 years ago so I dug it out. The text will be much longer then my usual posts but may amuse the Baby Boomers among us.

The story is titled "Lest we Forget". I will spread it over the next week and a bit as I take you around the War Memorial.

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  1. This is a grand view. I am always affected by it. Looking forward to the tour and the story.

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  2. I'm really looking forward to this glance back in time.
    Love the pic of Canberra - such wide streets.

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  3. Haven't been to the War Memorial for a long time. It will be good to be taken around by you.

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