We had a very busy Remembrance Sunday this year, attending the wreath laying ceremony at Markinch as Jack was laying a wreath there. Then in the afternoon we took part in the Silent Citizens Walk at Cellardyke, we have family connections there.
The walk goes past all of the houses that people whose names are on the war memorial lived in, and there’s a person standing outside the house representing them, and they too join in the procession, it’s actually very thought provoking and moving. As it’s a coastal and fishing community a lot of the men had been sailors or fishermen.
We set off in heavy rain, and were all glad to pack into the town hall for the next part of the service. It was a packed house. By the time we came out and started to walk along to the memorial it had brightened up and suddenly a lovely rainbow appeared. It seemed like some kind of sign.
From here the next land you reach is Denmark. In this photo there is also a strangely angled cloud/light shadow slanting down to the left.
How beautiful….both your description of the remembrance and the photos of the town. I have had a couple of times in my life when things were particularly difficult, and I felt that I was given a rainbow as an indicator of hope. At least, I took it that way, and it was a huge encouragement in those moments. Of course, I don’t always get rainbows when things are hard, but then other comforts are there.
Paula,
In my mind I know that a rainbow is just something that you can replicate with a garden hose and sunshine but there always seems to be something special about them in reality – a sign of hope indeed. Hope is what we need at the moment – politically anyway.
That is an especially brilliant rainbow, too. The procession and ceremony sound like they’d be very emotional.
Joan,
It was really emotional and when we got to the Town Hall there were people who represented all of the people on the memorial, and they had been given identity tags to hand in as they named the person they represented, it really brought it home.
All the experiences you describe would have been especially poignant and memorable.
I found November 11 this year to be an intensely emotional day, unforgettable.
Valerie,
It was the same here. I wonder what will happen next year. I know that locally we’re putting another wrought iron memorial bench by the war memorial, so people aren’t going to forget it although it’ll be over 100 years since the end.