Valentine's Day. The time of year when love is in the air, and florists start seeing dollar signs. But have you ever stopped to wonder how this holiday of hearts, flowers, and overpriced chocolates came to be?
Legend has it that Valentine's Day traces its roots back to ancient Rome. There are a couple of different origin stories floating around, but one involves a Christian martyr named St. Valentine who was executed by Emperor Claudius II for secretly marrying couples against his decree.
Another tale suggests that Valentine was a rebel saint who defied the Emperor's orders and continued to perform marriages in secret because, well, love conquers all.
St. Valentine, the mysterious figure at the heart of Valentine's Day, has captured the imagination of romantics and historians alike. While the details of his life are shrouded in mystery and legend, his legacy as the patron saint of love and affection has endured through the ages.
Read more: The Evolution of Valentine's Day
In Australia and across the world, hard working ants are seeing a plague of grasshoppers - who consume at such a fierce rate of knots that a Canberra parliamentary smorgasbord would disappear faster than a fact in an ABC documentary about climate change.
And a Washington DC or a Wellington Beehive could cut off the food and shut down the bain marie faster than Hunter Biden issuing some pipes to use for rather strange reasons and his father shutting down pipes that could have saved America.
Let us be honest:
Well, I bit the bullet last week. It was time to retire my old " office in a cupboard " and expand my computing needs to a more expansive space.
New computers. Tick. Truck booked to take the old furniture way. Tick. Happy days! Second hand desks bought and ready to be delivered. There was only one problem:
Some poor bugger had to clean out the old stuff and get ready for the changeover.
No wonder I have put it off for twenty years.
Read more: Out With The Rubbish - It is Time to Boot the Cockroaches Out
In the midst of the most terrible time in our history, even worse than Whitlam or WW2, our country is crying out for a Moses to emerge and lead us out of the wilderness. I rate our present plight as worse than WW2 because at least in that era we were all pulling together for the sake of Australia.
This cannot be said today. Leading up to Federation we had such a man. Someone whose name is probably unfamiliar.
Yet, it was people like him who created the Australia that we knew and loved. A country that gave us pride and showed us that a strong back and a good work ethic could start a revolution.
During our Australia Day family lunch Waltzing Matilda came up among the collection of background music and prompted quite a discussion, especially from my two grandson’s girlfriends.
My brood have been raised on a diet of Australiana history and anecdotes so the questions have come mainly from the girlfriends who are both city raised born and bred Australian girls.
Read more: Waltzing With Matilda - the Story Behind the Song
In the 1880’s shearers wielded a lot of influence on our country. Despite us not yet being a single united nation, in the various states where wool growing was the major industry militant unionism arose with great co-operation between the various state organisations.
In those days, shearers and general farm workers were numerous. Wool was the biggest export commodity of most of the states but the working conditions of those who produced this golden fleece were poor. Are we any richer today?
Read more: Australia - Born on the Sheep's Back and the Sweat of the Shearer
Maybe. just maybe, back in 1975, a little baby girl was born in a hospital somewhere, There was a storm, perhaps, at 5.36 am, and she was born. She was a pretty little thing. A bundle of love bound up in a fragile little package called a baby.
As her mother lay there, gazing with wonder into the eyes of this precious child, the father asked " what will we call her? "
The mother said " Shirley. After Shirley Temple " and that was that. Imagine that?
Gazing at an eclipse of the moon many moons ago, I was minded of the magnitude of Creation and my forthcoming interview with the Big Guy upstairs, at which I will have a lot of explaining to do. The following passed through my mind.
According to legend, St Augustine was walking along the beach pondering how in the Blessed Trinity there could be three persons in the one God, when he saw a small boy pouring buckets of seawater into a hole the young boy had dug in the sand. On asking the boy what he was doing, the boy told Augustine that he was pouring all of the ocean into the hole. On telling the boy that which he was trying to achieve was impossible, Augustine was told by the boy that he would pour all of the ocean into the hole before Augustine understood the mystery of the Trinity – then disappeared.
It is a tragedy that Australia forgets to celebrate those who travelled this vast land and gave us the gift that we enjoy today: a life that many used to envy and is being destroyed by ill educated bureaucrats and politicians.
Teachers who no longer teach. Parents who no longer parent. News channels who do not report what is new but simply churn out regurgitated media lies instead of truth.
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