Archive for April, 2015

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We Will Never Forget

25 April 2015

Today is Anzac Day and around the world nations are commemorating.  (Note: would some media stop using the world “celebrating” – you don’t celebrate a mass slaughter).

In London there is a huge march with a service at the Cenotaph attended by the Queen.  Civilians had to apply to be allowed to attend by giving their reasons for wanting to do so.  And my sister will be marching along, wearing my grandfather’s medals.

My grandfather fought at Gallipoli with the Royal Irish Regiment (I think 10th Irish Division).  Our mother was his only child.  She was in the WRAF during the Second World War (based mainly in Sri Lanka), my father was in the Chinhill Battalion in India and Burma – And my sister herself served in the Women’s Royal Army Corps. 

Why my grandfather was in an Irish regiment nobody seems to know.  He was born and brought up in Yorkshire.  I know Ireland was then part of the UK but I’ve no idea why he didn’t join a Yorkshire Regiment.  After the war he returned to England and was then posted to India in the early part of 1920.  My grandmother followed him out (pregnant) and gave birth to my mother there.  I think they returned to England when my mother was about 3 or 4.  It’s just a coincidence that she ended up back there in the next war (she was in love with my father and wangled a posting as he’d been sent there).

I remember my grandfather because he died when I was about 4.  Judith obviously (being 3 years older) remembers him well.

We don’t have to say “Lest We Forget” – we will NEVER forget him.

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Make Mine A Double

4 April 2015

As yesterday was Good Friday, I came across a group of parents on the internet discussing how to explain the Easter story to their small children without making it too gruesome.

One woman explained it all to her small daughter who seemed to have understood and insisted on telling her father the whole story when he came home.  The father listened proudly to his daughter’s retelling of the story and all went well until the climax:

“Then Jesus got hammered”

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Nearly Right

3 April 2015

Yesterday I visited a print shop to get a quote. The assistant asked if it were for a business or myself.  I told her it was for the Knitters’ Guild.

So she duly completed the enquiry form ……… And there at the top was “Nitters Skilled

Well, she got the skilled bit right.