What moving stories you have all told!
I found it very uncanny that you found your gt. Uncle Frank on the 11th susieroe, it's almost as if he'd waiting around for just that right moment!
I attended the service in our village church, as I do every year, it felt somewhat different this year to those previous, not sure why! It was well attended by villagers ( there's only total of about 220 people living here) and we went out to our memorial and three wreaths were laid in memory of the fallen. It is sad that from our small community there were two lots of brothers who lost their lives and in total there were 10 young men who didn't return.
Our WI have been busy knitting poppies over the last two years and they've all be put on chicken wire and start half way up the outside archway down the wall all along the edge of the path to the memorial around it and up the fence in front and woven along. One of the wreaths laid was made from knitted poppies too. It's been up for over a week and looks very striking as you walk along. Next year hopefully we'll have more to go up the other side of the porch to meet in the middle.
My two great uncles served in the RE's, joining up together in 1914, sadly one, Frederick James Harriss died in July 1918, so it's him I remember especially. I inherited from my grandfather a photo of Freds grave which had been sent home to his mother. In 2014 whilst we were on holiday in France I went and visited the cemetery and laid some flowers, I found it a very moving experience. Just a small place outside Tourgeville down a quiet lane but beautifully kept and very tranquil.
I was lucky enough to buy one of the poppies that had been on display round the Tower and it sits in my conservatory in a tall glass jar filled with pebbles and grasses from the garden. Something I shall pass on to my grandsons.
Caroline