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1914 – 2014

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014

Today is Remembrance Day – the day when we remember those who lost their lives in past and current wars.

It’s now one hundred years ago that a generation of young men was wiped out in WW1.

When I was young it was very common for people to have several maiden aunts, the young women whose fianc├ęs didn’t come back and who never got married. There just weren’t enough young men to go around. They were lying under gravestones in France and other places.

11th November

Poppies in my garden

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

Mauve poppy

I’m really enjoying the beautiful poppies that are around at the moment. This one’s in my garden. I’ve had these lovely pink and mauve poppies around for several years, and every year when they’ve gone over, I spread the seeds around the garden and hope that some of them will come up somewhere! Thankfully, they do!

I go out first thing in the morning when a new poppy is out, and I can get photos of it looking clean and beautiful like this one. A little later in the morning, it will have pollen all over it looking as though someone has tipped some sand into it!

I’ve been watching bees visit them and I’m fascinated to see what they do! They get right down into the bottom of the flower, lying on their side and they work their way round underneath the frondy bits – is that the stamen? They seem to hold on to a bunch of them with their legs while they wipe their mouth up and down them, presumably collecting pollen. At least I think that’s what they do. It’s all so fast. I must try and take a video of it.

I’m still enjoying my little photoshoots every day after work when I stop at a bit wasteland on the way home, but it’s lovely to have poppies in my garden where I can see them from the kitchen window and pop out any time I want to have a look or take photos.

Fragile poppies

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Purple poppy

I love poppies. They’re so beautiful, but so delicate and fleeting. I have some of the big pink ones in my garden, and I know that I must take photos as soon as I see one of them come out, as it will probably only last for a day or two.

About a week ago, I was driving to work, when I noticed a flash of pink and purple out of the corner of my eye. I stopped the car, and found a bit of wasteland where the most amazingly beautiful poppies were growing on a pile of rubble, bricks and soil! I was amazed! They’re the most beautiful poppies I’ve ever seen, and they weren’t in a beautiful garden, they were just on a pile of rubble!

I couldn’t stop then as I had to get to work, but I made sure I stopped on the way home and took as many photos as I could, reaching out over the rubble and snapping without being able to see what I was taking. Lots of them had to be deleted, but I just kept going until I had some I was pleased with.

I’ve been stopping on my way home everyday since then, because the poppies change so quickly. First there are buds, then they open out and display their beauty to the world, then the petals fall off one by one, and a beautiful fat seedhead is left. But there are lots more to come out and take their place.

I wonder how long they’ll last. How long will I be able to look forward to my little photoshoot on the way home?

Pink and mauve poppy

We will remember them

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

For your tomorrow we gave our today

When you go home
Tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow
We gave our today

This poem is the Kohima Epitaph composed by Major John Etty-Leal which is engraved on the War Memorial to commemorate the men of the British 2nd Division who fell in the Battle of Kohima in 1944.

I took this photo at the War Memorial in the village where I live. I stood in the rain on Sunday to watch the wreaths being laid. It never fails to bring tears to my eyes, but this year it’s especially sad as we remember so many young men who’ve died in Afghanistan as well as remembering all those who died in long ago wars. This is my tribute for 11th November, Remembrance Day, or Armistice Day.

They shall not grow old…

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

I’ve had a very unusual morning.

I decided to go along to the local Remembrance Service which was held firstly in the local church, and then at the War Memorial across the road. During the service at the church, the poppy wreaths were to be placed near the plaque in the church where the names of the soldiers who died in the two World Wars were listed.

The Chairman of the local Royal Britsih Legion group placed their wreath, and then it was the turn of the Chairman of the Parish Council. I watched and waited, but he didn’t move forward to place the wreath. Then suddenly he collapsed and fell to the floor. Fortunately the British Legion man who was standing next to him was able to steady him as he fell. After a few minutes, he came round and was helped to a seat.

I went over to speak to him and, as I was the only other member of the Parish Council present, he handed me the key to the flagpole and said that I would have to lay the wreath at the War Memorial! He didn’t look at all well, and was helped out to be taken home.

Well, I’ve never done anything like that before, but with the help and support of the Royal British Legion man it was fine. He told me when to step forward and lay the wreath, to stand next to him as he quoted ‘They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old…..’ and then when to take three steps back and bow before going back to the crowd. I was glad of his support because it’s a very important occasion and I wanted to get it right. It was a very moving service, and I was very glad to be able to take part in it.

This is the poppy wreath that I laid on the War Memorial on behalf of the Parish Council. It was decided to secure it with a stone as it was very windy.

‘They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them’