Today is the anniversary of Britain entering WW1 this resonates with me for several reasons, outside our cottage is the War Memorial, I see it every single day, it’s visible from every room of our abode. Beloved & I are on the committee of the Memorial Hall, fulfilling various charitable roles of which we are very proud to be involved with. Also a few of years ago I attended an auction where I was the successful bidder on a lot of WW1 ephemera. Believe me the bidding was very fierce and it was not something I was going to relive to another, when the bidding was over there was a round of applause for my tenacity.
I sat down and read each letter one stormy winters afternoon, the conversational letters are one-sided as I only have the ones delivered to the wife, some are just every day notes concerning the weather and when is the best planting times for potatoes, other are more monumental discussing family matters such as the still birth of one of their babies, and the birth of their last child….from whom’s estate the letters came from.
So how did it all end ? Mr survived the war unscathed, yet never made it home as he succumbed to the 1918 flu pandemic.
These letters are not stored away never to see the light of day, instead they go on show every Remembrance Sunday at an exhibition at The Memorial Hall presented by the village Historical Society, and have been exhibited in the local church to commemorate the loss of men and women in war.
It is because of such brave men and women I can live the life I choose, I’m indebted to each and every person who has entered combat.