I wore my poppy, and the adults all expressed concern that I was going to stab my babies with my pin. I asked the primary children if they knew what I was wearing. A flower of no significance. So I took a few minutes to talk to them about the day, the time (it was just […]Read More Without Memory, What Do We Have?
I’m really debating whether I should post this at all. After all, “better late than never” is not always the case, sometimes it’s just insulting. My Grandfather, still living, fought in WWII. And although this may be the last year he walks on his own in the parade, he did so, at 95 years old. […]Read More Lip Service
My great-grandfather, O.V.M.-R., served in WWI, along with his future wife, a nurse he met on the boat. They settled in Canada after the war, but he was asked by the British government to return and help step the tide of WWII. He Christmased in the Ardennes and held off the Germans until more troops […]Read More OVMR, FMH, and me