It is that time of year again when we remember those who died during the wars. In South Africa we often participated as Douglas was asked to take services that were organised by the local MOTHs in the area. My mother, who was also a MOTH, always attended these services and I can even remember her in her special outfit and all her medals attending the services of memory when we were in South West Africa and I was a little girl who did not understand what it was all about. Here it is a national event and the villages and towns that have memorials all have their own services. The bugles sound and the colours are carried proudly. The BBC broadcasts services and events that have been organised and everywhere you look there are poppies on offer. Every TV host and broadcaster wears a poppy and just about every person in the streets also has one pinned to there coat or jacket. The flowers in the chapels are poppies and the service includes a time of silence in memory of those who have died during conflict. Douglas took one outdoor service and as it was raining and very cold he now has a cold and is rather miserable. We only have one service today so i hope he will be persuaded to stay in tonight so that he can feel better for all the events that require his attendance next week.
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wow, I din't realise that remembrance is so British in the way we do it!
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