Historical information

An article from a supplement to the Bulletin with a poem by Legatee Brian Armstrong written just before he passed away. It reflects on Foundation Day and the first 50 years of Service certificates that were being awarded. Legatee Armstrong had been president in 1937. The prom was called Accolade.
Last Anzac Day a fine old Digger / Asked me to write him 'a sort of a letter' /
Mentioning something of what he had done / As a private soldier in World War One.
He had lived alone since he lost he wife / But a score of 'Grandies' adorned his life /
They were always asking what he had done / As a Front Line Digger in World War One.
He wanted to give them something to show / When he got his call and 'had to go' /
But he couldn't remember and wasn't sure / When they fingered his medal and asked for more.
He was one of our best and I knew him well / In those far off days of pain and hell /
So I wrote recalling his scenes of strife / Especially one when he'd saved my life.
Later I found a note at my gate / Just a line of thanks to 'my Dear Mate'.
That grand old word so hardly won / In freezing trench and blinding sun /
Fifty years gone but it's not too late / To be proud when a Digger still calls you Mate.
Thrice in our time have the War Bells tolled / And thrice does the Legacy tale unfold.
Fifty years gone but it's never too late / To guard the Kin of a fallen mate.
The story is written for all to see / The 'Why' and the 'How' of Legacy /
But it still rings true that it all began / With the trust in his mate of a War-Torn Man.

The article was part of an album of past presidents from 1965 to 1989. The folder included biographical details and obituaries, eulogies and death notices of prominent Legatees. The items have been catalogued separately.

Significance

A record of a poem made by Legatee Brian Armstrong a past president of Legacy about the mateship of Legacy. The information was collected to record the lives of prominent legatees in a folder.

Physical description

Yellow page from Bulletin with a poem by Legatee Brian Armstrong in 1978.

Inscriptions & markings

Bulletin No 2430 26.9.1978