Sunday, 10 November 2013

At the going down of the sun...

We will remember them.



This is my Great Grandad on my Mum's side. My Mum never knew her Grandad. 
My Mum's mum,  my Nanna,  was only two years old when her dad died. She never knew her dad. His wife ( who I called Grandma ) was left with three children to bring up on her own. Total hardship. We talk about struggling these days and being hard up. We know nothing. We are mollycoddled and spoilt and quite pathetic really when you take a step back and consider what we do all have.  My Nanna used to spend hours telling me about her childhood spent with my Great Uncle Arthur, her brother and  Great Aunty Clare,  her sister. I remember my Grandma well.She was a darling lady. Very gentle. In my mind she is frail with soft snowy white hair. She was blind at the end.  She lived to 94 and I'd spend hours in her company. My heart swells with love when I think of her.  I have photographs somewhere, given to me by my  Beloved Nanna, of Lance Corporal Ramsey. A handsome man, brought down in his prime, doing his duty.

The author of this poem was born in my hometown and I've walked by his birthplace too many times to mention. The poem was written two years before my great grandfather's death, but it was as relevant then as now. This is a really good biography if you have a minute or two http://www.westernfrontassociation.com/component/content/article/131-poetry/2115-for-the-fallen-laurence-binyons-roots-his-life-and-work.html


  We will remember them x 

2 comments:

  1. Lovely. We shall never forget.

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  2. What a beautiful tribute Rachel. I became a little teary eyed.

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