It’s the first of December tomorrow, so before the madness of Christmas descends upon us I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on this year’s remembrance service.
They say it takes three generations for war to work its way through a family, for us mice the great wars were many generations further back than that but we still remember those who gave their lives so we may live brighter ones.
Of course mice never went to war but Millie has some very old family correspondence detailing tales of her family getting bombed out on the home front so I guess we were all affected in one way or another.
On remembrance Sunday Rev Pauline held a lovely service and then we all went down to the public gardens to lay our wreaths, red poppies for people and purple poppies to remember all the animals that never came home. Ron and Reg made a beautiful garland of sugared forget-me-nots in remembrance of all the children that lost their lives.
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