Putting Poppies on War Graves
I decided to do this not on one of the usual days such as Remembrance Sunday just a day.
The poppy was also a little different, it was a wild natural one.
A stirring day . . .
It was whilst out walking locally early one morning that I noticed the appearance of the odd red poppy here and there in a field full of crops.
As I headed back I rounded off my walk by going to the churchyard at St Michael’s church in Little Coates where, regulars may remember, I find inner peace and harmony by just sitting there a while.
Whilst sat there looking at a war grave my mind went to the poppies and I went once more to look at the gravestones
W. Caster lost his life aged 19 years in 1919, I thought it unlikely he’d had children and wondered whether any other close relatives still survived, it was then I thought it would be an appropriate gesture to walk back to Aylesby, collect a wild Lincolnshire poppy for each gravestone in the churchyard . . .
Lest We Forget
That’s something we’re all familiar with but I’d humbly suggest that perhaps some of us may think of it a little more often than one Sunday a year.
There’s always a generational fear that the further we get away from the events of World War I and World War II then the easier it is to forget.
Harry Patch is sadly no longer with us and one day there will be nobody here who went through WWII either.
Encouragingly I broached my plan to a member of the next generation who agreed with me it was a ‘right and proper’ gesture and one he’d like to take part in - being 1 year younger than W. Caster !
Seeing a real poppy laid by each grave had a sobering effect, though I suspect much of the feeling was engendered simply by taking a moment or two to stop and think rather than just walking by.
I would hate to preach but perhaps more people out there may just take the time to visit your local churchyard, look for any wargraves and perhaps spare a moment of thought for the sacrifices made in our name.
It’s very important to remember all those without markers in our local graveyards. These stones represent those whose lives were lost whilst they were actually in this country - the number who fell abroad is quite simply unimaginable.
I intend to repeat this elsewhere, in fact today seems appropriate, St Nicolas at Great Coates this time.
I shall also be adding to this in comment form with new additions as and when possible.
If you’ve any thoughts and opinions on the laying of real poppies on military graves, or indeed doing anything at any time of the year in order to show we haven’t forgotten then please do feel free to share them below.