SEARCH ON FOR RECORDS OF THE MT ELLIOTT HOTEL
I'm looking for any information, and hopefully a photo of the old Mt Elliott Hotel that was on the Whitton Stock Route in the Cocoparra National Park, just south of Bingar.
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I hope to write a poem about it.
Any information or photos can be left with Lyndal at Griffith Camera House.
Stuart Clarke, Griffith
WELL DONE AND THANKS FOR LISTENING HELEN
It is great to see that one of my Letters to the Editor in The Area News on the 10th May has been read and acted on by our state MP.
Helen Dalton has managed to pick up on Kay Hull's and my push for transparency in the water trading market and it looks likely with the support of the NSW Nationals that there will be less secrecy surrounding water holdings.
Thank you The Area News for publishing my concerns, and thanks for listening to Helen!
Greg Adamson, Griffith
THANK YOU FOR YOUR CARE AND EXPERTISE
Thanks for Dr Nava, consultant obstetrician and gynecologist, for the excellent operation he had done on me with his excellent team.
Thanks for staff of the theatre and recovery of Griffith Base Hospital.
Lots of thanks to staff of surgical ward who took care of me day and night.
Thanks to all staff of Griffith Base Hospital.
Dr Dena Mofreh, Griffith
LEST WE FORGET
Every year they're marching,
Yet older and more grey,
And their numbers slowly dwindle,
As they seem to fade away,
Each year they serve reminder,
To our conscience as a whole,
They are a dwindling memory,
Of the darkness in man's soul,
They are the Anzac legend,
They are deeds both brave and bold,
They're the wizened little historians,
Whose message needs be told,
They can tell us of the tragedy,
And the horror that is war,
And remind us of our fallen,
Buried 'neath some foreign shore.
From '14 through to '18,
Thousands of them marched,
To the battle's beat and glory,
All polished, cleaned and starched,
They were brothers, sons and fathers,
They were this nations pride,
Our sword hand, delivering justice,
For our conscience many died,
Using Europe as it's theatre,
This tragic play did creep,
And so many of our soldiers,
There, met the final sleep,
They're buried in foreign clay,
From Gallipoli to the Rhine,
Amongst the mud, the blood and woe,
They passed unmarked in time.
Wars price is oh, so costly,
It claims the nations best,
It asks for will and courage,
Puts our morals to the test,
It asks that all must suffer,
That all must pay some cost,
It extracts a fee so heavy,
So many fine men lost,
So Anzac day this April,
When you watch the old man march,
Remember all his brothers,
All polished, cleaned and starched,
Who marched with him in history,
And went to fight your war,
Remember they're our story,
And our conscience evermore.
By Ray Lamb
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