Remembrance Day: Lest We Forget
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians pause in memory of the men and women who sacrificed their lives in military service – Remembrance Day. Americans remember them on the same day, but call it Veteran’s Day.
We also remember, with deepest gratitude, all those who served and, thankfully, returned. My Dad was one of those.
I only recall a few of his stories of WWII. My brothers likely remember a great deal more.
Dad was a sergeant in the Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry, commonly referred to as the Princess Pats.
He was in France at the war’s end. While walking down a street in Paris, he saw another soldier across the street, in the distance, coming toward him. To his great surprise, when they were close enough to see one another, it was his oldest brother, Sam. They hadn’t seen each other since the war began.
I have three mementoes of that time: the photo above and two items he made while in training. Interestingly, crafts were included at the time. My mother passed them on to me and I am very happy to have all three.
He made them quite perfectly and they remain in excellent condition. Real treasures for me. My Mom sewed and knitted and Dad was a carpenter. I obviously came by my love of sewing, quilting, knitting, crocheting, and other crafts from them. I miss them both so very much.
I have had a lot of questions about this craft, so have added enlarged photos, the better to see them. These are very narrow ribbons with less than one-eighth inch visible, all quite precisely. I’m guessing they may have been one-quarter inch wide before being woven. Excellently done. My Dad was a skilled craftsman.
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