Remembrance Day

A Memory of Retford.

It was in the mid 50s that I went with my Grandmother to the Remembrance Day services held at the War Memorial.  There were a group of WW1 veterans in a line and as a young child it was a surprise to me that they were crying.  When I grew up and learnt what had been the horror of that war I understood.

My Grandmother had several cousins who died and whose names were on there.  She pointed them out to me, but I do not remember them.  In my mind's eye, I can see the scene.  Remembrance Day remains an emotional time for me and I'm sure it goes back to those Sundays in November.