Remembrance Day for many people is a day off and some even go shopping. With recent wars in Bosnia, Iraq, Afghanistan and many other places where they still do 'peace keeping', there are new veterans with younger faces. I'm encouraged to see a resurgence of young families showing respect and taking their children to a Remembrance Day service. The veterans of World War 2 are becoming fewer and fewer and they need to be heard and thanked.
I wrote a post about my family's contribution to past wars and service in
this post. If your time allows, maybe visit the older post and see the pictures? My mother's parents served in The Great War, later known as World War 1. My Grandfather was a trooper in the Royal Marine Artillery and his wife, my Nana worked as a W.R. N. S. (or Wren) at an
airship station at Kingsnorth, England. The link talks about the place during WW2 but it shows the airship field that was in use during WW1. (My grand parents military pictures are shown at the older post.) It wasn't too long after I wrote that Remembrance post that I was contacted by an author in England who was writing the history of the Kingsnorth Airship Station. Ms. Bilbe wrote asking for permission to use the information and pictures and I hope to show you a copy of her book in the near future!
Sadly, earlier this past summer my aunt Diana in England died and there was a service held for her in September.
This was Diana in the late 1950's at Stonehenge
My brother went to represent the Canadian side of the family at the service but mainly for my father who had lost his sister and friend.
My Dad, Frank, at HMS Bruce (17 years old or so)
and more recently...
My brother returned from England with pictures that had been in my paternal grandmother's photo box. They are quite old and unfortunately have no names recorded. I can clearly see a family resemblance in some of them so they are relatives, most likely on my paternal grandmother's side of the family. One is quite interesting as it clearly is a military grouping:
They are wearing military clothing associated with the
Boer War. There were actually two wars fought: the first was 1880- 1881. The second, which I suspect these men attended in South Africa was 1899- 1902.
A second picture:
This one could be Boer War or WW1. They look so young! Note the helmets by their feet. These were common on service in India.
There are other nameless pictures:
(how is that baby being held up??)
This gentleman (above, both pictures) resembles my brother ....
I think this gentleman (above) may be my great grandfather.
Doesn't he look dapper?
If you are visiting this post from the UK and some of these people look familiar.... please write me!! There is an email address if you click on my profile. We would be thrilled if we could find their names or family connection. Thank you...
Continuing on with the military theme... My great Aunt Eileen served in World War 2. She is in the top row, second from the right. This was her unit and they are wearing their Auxiliary Territorial uniforms
These are my great aunts Bessie (left) and Eileen (right). Bessie served in the Women's Auxiliary Royal Air Force with a barrage balloon unit. Bessie came to Canada as a war bride after the war and lived for many years raising a family in Timmins, Ontario. She was the youngest of the sisters and is now in her mid 80's. Eileen is in her late 90's and lives on the far side of the world in Australia.
Other family members that also served was my Great Uncle Fred:
That is my great grandfather on the far left, my grandfather as a youngster in the middle and great uncle Fred looking dapper in his uniform. The bride I assume is Fred's new wife and sadly I don't know her name (yet!)
Edit: July 10th, 2014. The bride's name is Winifred (nee Lineham) Waterfield 1903- 1961. Husband: Frederick William Waterfield 1903-1968
Fred (far left) became a "Bobby" or police officer later after the war... here he is with his work mates on the railway police in Northampton:
I'll close with this poem :
Remembrance
Day by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old
and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the
Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought
in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his
buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes to his
neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened
quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no
longer,
For old Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little
poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just
his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of
life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his
way;
And the world won't note his passing,
Tho' a Soldier died
today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in
state.
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were
great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were
young.
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is
the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks
his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in
times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his
life?
The politician’s stipend
And the style in which he
lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he
gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid
off with a medal
And perhaps a pension - though small.
It is not the
politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the
freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in
danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some
cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier
-
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would
fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are
growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like
again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's
part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians
start.
If we cannot do him honour
While he's here to hear the
praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his
days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might
say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED
TODAY."
{Edit: According to Statistics Canada, we are losing veterans at a rate of 500 per week.
Such sad numbers... }
photo/ painting: Marlene Becker
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