Tomorrow is ANZAC Day here in Australia, one of the few days of the year you are legally allowed to play Two-Up in parts of Australia. (Australian War Memorial. How to play.)
Two Up is a game that was played by throwing two coins high into the air (preferably two old-fashioned pennies) and betting on the outcome. It was played in the trenches and on the troop ships, back at home and was pretty much a national sport.
Judging by the huge number of “two-up school raided” articles I have found a lot of men spent their spare time furtively throwing coins up into the air and hoping for the best.
I think these men caught 1923 could have found a better place to play though, don’t you? Having an illegal two-up school behind Adelaide Gaol was probably not their smartest moment 🙂
Apparently it is still illegal here in Victoria but a blind eye is turned tomorrow because of its historical significance.
I am amazed that it is still illegal, after all they have relaxed the rules on gambling so much in recent years that you can bet on pretty much anything else, and those hugely annoying betting commercials are on during every sporting event aren’t they?
Going to the shop today I was delighted to see that they are already selling Hot Cross Buns. Yeah, I know that the first week of January is obscenely early to be selling Easter treats, it is a bit like when the shops put Christmas decorations up at the start of October. Regardless of this, I love Hot Cross Buns and I think that breakfast throughout the rest of the year is a little diminished without the option of these delicious treats split, toasted then spread with cold butter….mmmmm….yum…unhealthy, but yum…..
I would not like to see what state the very old buns in the bottom of this basket in Bromley would have been in though. They would definitely not be included in my breakfast menu. A quick trawl of the interweb shows me that this is a tradition still being upheld at The Widows Son, each year a sailor puts a new Easter bun in a basket hanging from the ceiling. Sadly for tradition most of the old buns were lost during a fire some years ago. A few blackened ones were saved and are in the new basket still taking pride of place above the bar. I am sure the spirit of the long-lost son appreciated his mothers devotion and her belief in his eventual return.
Now the buns are in the shops I will be doing my part as often as possible to worship the spring goddess even if I am in the wrong hemisphere. Better add some more butter to my shopping list…..
Perhaps someone can tell me if this is a real Texan tradition. I am willing to believe that it is, as ownership of shoes can be something of a status symbol in poorer communities.
I think the father was perhaps a little overzealous in his application of punishment in this case though. If your honour is so wounded after a family member leaves home shoeless that you are somehow justified in hunting them down and killing them sounds a little over the top. The fact that he was sentenced to 99 years in gaol for it means I am not the only one that thinks so!
The opening paragraph does everything it can to put us in the mood for a tale of thwarted love and sets this article in the context of a story retold than a reporting of fact which immediately makes me suspicious of the truthfulness of it.
Either way, the girl’s name changes from Dollie to Doris by the end of the article and I can’t begin to tell you how much that annoys me!!