Griffen has football (soccer) on Saturday mornings on the village green. He doesn't play in a league-it was full-so this is more who shows up, plays. Anyway-when he was finished, we walked over and watched the league players for a bit. At 11 the ref blew his whistle, stopped the game and everyone on the green stopped and bowed their heads for 2 minutes. Pretty moving. I suppose with the wars being closer to home here than in the US, no one is allowed to forget. On a side note-surprisingly there is quite a bit of prejudice against Germans still.
Back to Remembrance Sunday...I'm glad we went-the Brownies read a poem about poppies:
In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~~By Major John McCrae, May 1915.~~
they sang a song, and after a short service everyone followed the Brownies, Cub Scouts and Pastor in silence down the street to the War memorial where names of those from the village who died in WW I were read out loud. The Brownies then laid poppy wreaths and wooden crosses at the base of the memorial. A teen aged girl played The Last Post on her trumpet and we had 2 minutes of silence.
Kailtyn & Griffen would've forgotten today's reading at Mass, but I don't think they will forget what they did instead.
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