Remembrance Day

This year just keeps giving us new experiences, doesn’t it? This will be the first year as far back as I can remember that I have not attended a service at a local cenotaph to honour our soldiers.

I am the daughter of a Canadian serviceman. My father was a member of the RCAF and saw wartime service as a mechanic. He was stationed in England during the war. After the war, he returned to Canada, met my mother and married her. In 1960 he was being stationed overseas and at that time my mother became a Canadian citizen, giving up her American citizenship. Along with four children, they went to France for a 3 year posting. Once back in Canada my father was posted to Portage la Prairie, Manitoba. He had been quite badly injured when a canopy blew off a plane so for the next few years until his retirement he was behind a desk and then eventually worked as Postmaster at the cadet camp at Vernon, British Columbia. He did not like sharing stories of his wartime service but would spend hours telling us of the many planes he worked on and which were his favourites.

This Remembrance Day will see us attending services on line or by watching television.

We will honour those who have passed on, those who have served and those who are still serving in our own way.

Published by Carol Andrews

I have been fondling fabric and creating things with fabric and fiber for as long as I can remember. My children had homemade clothes, blankets, canning and quilts most of their lives. Now I create goodies to share! Hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I enjoy making them! When I am not creating with fiber or fabric I keep busy with Dear Heart, kids, grandkids, great grandkids.

4 thoughts on “Remembrance Day

    1. Thank you Wendy. This is a day I always feel close to my Dad and miss him. I often think of the horrors they faced with pride and a prayer my children , grandchildren and great grandchildren never have to face those horrors.

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  1. This day, and your post, brought back memories of my father. He was a pilot in WWII and Korea. If my mom were here she would insert that he was a night-flight-certified fighter pilot, which apparently was something of a bigger deal, which is a cute thing for her to be proud of, since she met him after the wars. I have often wondered if he bragged to her about that; by the time we were born he didn’t talk about the war at all except to tell us funny stories about training–like the time a guy was fooling around and Dad almost fell out of a plane in flight because someone had messed with his “seat belt” as he explained it to us kids–or about the places he saw, like the camels that spit, when he was in Morocco. Yet he sat with us through all the seasons of M.A.S.H. and never once mentioned whether he had seen the Korean landscape, and we never thought to ask. The last four years as I have worked hard to protect and restore democracy here in the States, I hope he has been as proud of me as I have always been of him. I’m sure he would have expected nothing less of me, even though we belonged to different political parties.

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    1. Thank you, Beth for sharing your memories. Your Dad sounds like a man we all would have enjoyed knowing and been better for it. I’m sue he is proud of you. I’m honoured to know of your work these past four years to protect a country you both loved.

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