From Simpson’s donkey and the Emu War to Vietnam and Ben Roberts-Smith, Australian military history is full of events that didn’t happen the way most people think they did. In his inimitable style, award-winning author Mark Dapin sets the record straight. Australia has many stories and statues ‘lest we forget’ our military past. But from Simpson’s donkey to Ben Roberts-Smith, our history is full of events that didn’t happen the way most people think they did. The first Anzac Day, for example, was far from being a solemn march – it was a celebration where people dressed as cavemen and dinosaurs, among other things. And is it true that British officers callously dispatched Australian soldiers to their deaths in the Dardanelles, as we’ve been told? Did we really hate the soldiers returning from Vietnam? Were the white-feather women of the First World War fact or fiction? In his inimitable style, award-winning author and historian Mark Dapin sets the record straight, showing that the reality was often completely different from the myth – and that in celebrating the wrong people we often overlook the real heroes. ‘With Lest, Mark Dapin transforms his trademark humour into serious history … It forces us to look again at stories we think we all know – or should know – and reframe them with intellectual rectitude and rigour … Lest offers new perspectives on the past from one of Australia’s most interesting and provocative thinkers.’ Clare Wright

In this unique devotional George R. Knight reintroduces us to our spiritual ancestors. They werent perfect. They werent all easy to get along with. But they shared one common goaltelling others about the soon-coming Savior.But as in any family, its all too easy to forget where weve come from; to forget the struggles endured by those who have gone before us; to take for granted the inheritance they left to us. Sometimes we need a gentle reminder of the true value of their legacy. In shaping the future of Adventism, these intrepid pioneers molded not only our history, but our present. And as we reflect upon our past, perhaps we should also contemplate the future to which we are each contributors.

Miraculously, survived intact. Records seem to indicate that theirs was the only complete family unit to accomplish this.

This book is written especially to honor the residents in a small black community whose time as a totally black community may be ending. . Not all Black Americans have lived in the urban areas of this country; not a better life, but different. It is hoped that any who read this book would see that the hopes, dreams, and life styles of many Black Americans are no different than those of other Americans. This story is about such people. Just beyond the Bethlehem Baptist Church on the corner of Penllyn-Blue Bell Pike and Trewellyn Avenue, in the village of Penllyn, Lower Gwynedd Township, in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, rests a predominantly black settlement. The people who founded the church are the same people who established a firm foundation for the community. But there is something more to the church and residents whose presence there dates back 120 years. The author’s purpose is to document their presence before their rich history is swept away by changing demographics. The book’s focus is on the black immigrants from Virginia who were recruited from the farmlands of Westmoreland County, Virginia to those in Gywnedd and surrounding areas in Pennsylvania. There is a brief acknowledgment of the settlement of the Welsh and other Eastern and Southern Europeans, as well as the aristocracy, who came before. Also noted are the ties to the Revolutionary War and structures that could be considered as historic sites still remaining in the village. A review of their southern roots was important to understanding the residents’ success in their new home. They had strong ties to their families and skills already gained back home. Some came to make enough money to send home to buy the farmland back in Virginia that their forefathers had farmed under the yoke of slavery. Some succeeded and returned home. Others remained to find work in the mills, and estates of the wealthy; some were able to start small businesses of their own. Their settlement began with a prayer group of nineteen people that met in a home in Springhouse, PA, in 1885. Told from the perspective of the elders in the community the expanding group had already become a community in faith and spirit if not in residence. In 1888, having outgrown their meeting site they established a church in Penllyn Village, and the first black resident moved into the village. When malicious arson caused that church to burn down, they built another. For the greater part of 120 years the church was their anchor. It is continually illustrated that the early church leadership encouraged them in developing business acumen, political savvy, and artistic talents. Two major land investments established the village as a black community. The first was the purchase of a block of land by young black entrepreneurs in the early 1900s. It was during that time one sees the development of businesses and self-sufficiency that held their community together. The second and most challenging occurred in 1947, when they were able to develop, what is believed to be the first Black corporation in the state of Pennsylvania, in order to buy the Pershing estate. The Penllyn Home builders Association, Inc., sold stock for fifty dollars a share and bought the 40-acre estate. As a result 50 more black owned homes were added to the community. A discussion of their social and recreational activities from the early 1900s on, are what has been observe in American culture throughout that same time span. Simple church picnics, hometown roller rinks, the ice cream parlor, the old swimming hole are typical hometown entertainments of decades past. There is an array of musical talent of an unusual proportion in such a small population, ranging from instrumental, and singing to, contemporary jazz bands. You will note that the residents have never shirked their civic duty. Since the 1930s and 1940s and currently, they have been actively involved in all aspects of the political spectrum from consis

Everyone should find something to relate to in Lest I Climb Too High

Lenworth Henrys story began when he was born in Walkerswood, Jamaica, to parents who already had ten children between them. Shortly thereafter, the entire family moved five miles away, to a pioneering farming community; locally called New Pen, situated on the St Ann parish border with St Marys. New Pen was a well-organized and governed community, that firmly upheld religious principles. Lenworths early years were filled with the sights and sounds of the farm. On weekdays, people from nearby farms and villages would bring his father horses and mules to shoe at his blacksmith shop. Near the shop was a cow pen to which cows were brought on weekdays, to be counted, branded, neutered and captured for slaughter. Prior to reaching school age, Lenworth and his two youngest sisters would spend weekdays at the blacksmith shop, watching related drama unfold, under the watchful eyes of their strict parents. At first Lenworth struggled to establish an identity in a complicated world built on loyalty, unity and hard work. Ultimately, he transformed himself from a timid boy roaming the farm alone, to a member of a small clique that reveled in challenging the status quo, just for the fun of it. Lest We Forget brings the farm back to life in its recreation of the behavior of, not only the human residents, but of every living creature on the farm: from the minutest of insects to the most imposing of animals.

"Lest They Forget Freedom's Price," is the fascinating story of B-17 bomber pilot Edward M. Bender (USAAFR retired Lt. Col.), who describes his flight training, bomber missions, capture, and time as a POW in Europe during World War II. When a fire forces the crew of his Flying Fortress down in enemy-occupied France, Lt. Bender is captured by a unit of teenage NAZI recruits from Adolph Hitler's youth corps. He describes his year as a prisoner of the Third Reich at camps in Sagan, Nurnberg, and Moosburg, and the bitterly cold forced march of Winter 1945, when the Germans and POWs evacuated the Stalag Luft III prison camp in anticipation of the advancing Russian army. Finally, Lt. Bender is liberated by Gen. George Patton's army and returns home to adapt to the challenges of life in post-war America. Filled with humor and pathos, this narrative provides a portrait of life in war-time Europe and America, and the challenges faced by an American airman and POW.

Lest We Forget Life's Passion probes the intuitive language of the heart - the universal human experiences of love, nature, struggle, and faith, through a combination of free verse poetry, rhyme, and haiku.

Lest We Forget: A Guide to Remembrance Day in Canada Discover the stories, traditions, and enduring spirit behind Remembrance Day, one of Canada’s most poignant and unifying commemorations. Lest We Forget takes you on a journey through the history, sacrifices, and symbols that have shaped Canada’s identity, from the trenches of Vimy Ridge to the streets of modern-day communities. Through vivid storytelling and thoughtful insights, this guide unpacks the origins of Remembrance Day, the bravery of Canadian soldiers, and the resilience of families on the home front. Explore the evolution of ceremonies, the meaning behind the poppy, and the diverse voices that contributed to Canada’s military history, including Indigenous warriors, immigrant soldiers, and minority veterans. Packed with personal stories, historical context, and contemporary perspectives, Lest We Forget also looks to the future, examining how digital technology and modern traditions are ensuring this sacred day remains relevant for generations to come. Whether you’re a student, educator, veteran, or someone simply seeking to understand the depth of this national tradition, Lest We Forget is a heartfelt tribute to those who gave everything for the True North strong and free. This book is more than a history—it’s a reminder of why we remember.