This past March I was lucky enough to visit Normandy, a place where my family members fought. Except for places like Harper’s Ferry and Gettysburg, I’ve never experienced a place that looks like what it’s been through, where I could completely visualize the people and the event.
So on Veteran’s Day, I think about my grandfather and his brothers, who ranged in age from 18 to about 35, and who all fought throughout Europe in WWII. I also think about my grandmother’s cousin, Charles T. Lewis, a medic who died in the Battle of the Bulge. I know AJD thinks about his 2x-great-grandfather, a Zouave drummer boy who met Abraham Lincoln and helped move dead bodies from the Gettysburg fields.
And some poppy-red knitting to keep the blog on topic:
Details and some clear photos tomorrow.
Normandy is a powerful place, isn’t it? I visited almost ten years ago and it still pops up in my head every once in a while.
I love your red scarf/shawl/shawlette. It’s a perfect idea for moderate cold. I may make one, as I always wear v-neck shirts. Did you follow a pattern?
I was born in Normandy 35 years ago. I still live in Normandy and I can assure you that we, French people will never forget.
Each year (and particulary for D-Day anniversary), we swear that we will remerber them.