|George & Thelma with Susan-Jane |
They say to write about what you know. What I know is that Remembrance Day always makes me think of what life was like for my grandfather's generation, with so many men off to war and families left at home. As someone once said: "by remembering all who have served, we recognize their willingly-endured hardships and fears, taken upon themselves so that we could live in peace." As museums, we are entrusted with memories through associated objects in our collections. It's not about the object itself, but the stories that it can tell - the memories it can share. How better can we honour those who sacrificed so much than to shine a little light on their individual experiences?
I never got to hear Grandpa's stories firsthand since he died when I was just a baby, but as I look through his old photographs I wonder what he would have said about each of the "snaps". I wonder how he and his buddies went from the horrors of war to playing cricket during some down time.
|"on a wing and a prayer"|
|"spare time: a cricket match between the army & navy"|
|George & Ralph|
|reminders of home|
On that note, I think I'll end this with one of my favorite lines from one of Grandpa's letters. Such a poetic sentiment was surely echoed by many:
"Sunday has rolled around again, the weeks slide by into months, and in a few days, it will be a year since I left, does it seem so terribly long Darling?"