tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904531515058355635.post26686114987216318..comments2023-09-20T04:38:20.113-07:00Comments on Getting a word in: World War 1 grandfathersusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03488288947374897002noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904531515058355635.post-81498241709328339682011-07-13T05:56:22.546-07:002011-07-13T05:56:22.546-07:00Your blog is full of energy, gest and passion alth...Your blog is full of energy, gest and passion although you try to dismiss his old stories I can see you were very proud of your Grandad and loved him very much. Thank you for sharing with us.Bridlestonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01952950237491706361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904531515058355635.post-35662843199203338302011-06-07T09:48:03.317-07:002011-06-07T09:48:03.317-07:00It must have been horrendous and how sad that peop...It must have been horrendous and how sad that people no longer wanted to hear his stories about mud and rain. It's like they say about the Holocaust, keep telling the stories lest we forget. I'd like to think we learnt a lesson and it'll never happen again but I fear it happens to this day in some form or another.Rosalind Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05363027308436257933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904531515058355635.post-28978685905556319832011-06-06T13:26:07.239-07:002011-06-06T13:26:07.239-07:00Addendum from my uncle-
Dad certainly could neve...Addendum from my uncle- <br /><br />Dad certainly could never forget the war and developed a marvellous skill for turning a conversation on any other subject into talking about the War, even though we repeatedly said "Don't mention the war"! Two stories of interest are that in retreating under enemy fire his pince-nez snagged on a bush. He was too scared to stop and rescue them, simply tore them off and ran for dear life.<br />The second one concerns a village in France totally destroyed by shell fire from both sides, apart from one corner wall of a cottage on which was a fixed silver-mounted crucifix. Thinking that this was a good omen for protection he retrieved it and carried it with him ever after, convinced it was a lucky charm. Even so he never bothered much with church thereafter though he could, after a fashion, play certain hymn tunes on the organ. Twenty-five years on in a public house tearoom near Rhyll there was an astonishing chance encounter with his organ-playing mentor, Miss Smith, on a touring holiday. So he told her about the war !susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03488288947374897002noreply@blogger.com