Memorial

November 11 always makes me think of my father and his friends and neighbours, all gone now.  A neighbour who enlisted when 16 and drove tanks in Italy, a neighbour who lost his leg stepping on a land mine (we used to love tapping the prothesis), and my father who was only 18 when he was sent to England.  I have not yet taken the time to get his wartime record but hope to do so soon.  Then there is my uncle who trained pilots, and my great uncle who died preparing as a pilot for war.  When I looked at his online record, I was struck by his resemblance to my nephew, those genes do continue.  So young and so many lost stories and experiences, it will take effort to sustain those stories to the next generation. 

I am going to make a more concerted effort to add more local stories to this blog, I have been neglecting it.