november is a tough month for me emotionally. it's a month where i lost my grandpa and added to the mix is remembrance day and i often think of his war stories and tales he'd tell to my then too young ears which were unwilling to listen. i regret that deeply.
today i was listening to war stories on cbc. some of them are so fascinating and altho this is a sad time of the year, i particularly enjoy them.
today's story was a love story of two people who united over a kiss in france. the allies were sweeping through the countryside and dorothy vowed she would kiss the first soldier who drove in her town. sandy was the first soldier to drive through and when he got out of his vehicle, dorothy immediately embraced him and kissed him. a year later, they were married.
according to the story, sandy brought dorothy to canada where they settled in regina. in their later years, they moved to victoria. on his deathbed, sandy proclaimed to dorothy that he would see her in catour (spelling?), their original place of meeting where the first kiss took place. those were his last words.
when dorothy later died, she was reunited in catour with her long love sandy and they lay buried under the cenotaph in the town where it all took place.
very romantic.
Friday, November 06, 2009
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november is a tough month for me emotionally. it's a month where i lost my grandpa and added to the mix is remembrance day and i often think of his war stories and tales he'd tell to my then too young ears which were unwilling to listen. i regret that deeply.
today i was listening to war stories on cbc. some of them are so fascinating and altho this is a sad time of the year, i particularly enjoy them.
today's story was a love story of two people who united over a kiss in france. the allies were sweeping through the countryside and dorothy vowed she would kiss the first soldier who drove in her town. sandy was the first soldier to drive through and when he got out of his vehicle, dorothy immediately embraced him and kissed him. a year later, they were married.
according to the story, sandy brought dorothy to canada where they settled in regina. in their later years, they moved to victoria. on his deathbed, sandy proclaimed to dorothy that he would see her in catour (spelling?), their original place of meeting where the first kiss took place. those were his last words.
when dorothy later died, she was reunited in catour with her long love sandy and they lay buried under the cenotaph in the town where it all took place.
very romantic.
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E said...
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i regret not paying attention either! no one told me i had to, i guess. there was nothing in the stories to which i could relate. no morales. and no visualizations. only the relationships and actions which were associated. so far from my reality and so much of his. so focussed on trying to be a child and one of the few places i was actually allowed to be a child, i sure the hell didn't want to be an adult on his lap.
it's too bad i didn't tell g'pa i couldn't engage in his stories, for if he knew this, he may have been able to tell them differently, so that i could understand. maybe with pictures or drawings.
i believe they allowed him to escape. go to a place which affected him so deeply, something that you and i may never relate to in our entire lives. a place which seemingly offered him support and familiarity and comfort. a place where bonds were so strong, that unless you were there, you just didn't get it... -
3:28 p.m.
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Tracy said...
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you are absolutley right...on all counts.
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3:10 p.m.
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i regret not paying attention either! no one told me i had to, i guess. there was nothing in the stories to which i could relate. no morales. and no visualizations. only the relationships and actions which were associated. so far from my reality and so much of his. so focussed on trying to be a child and one of the few places i was actually allowed to be a child, i sure the hell didn't want to be an adult on his lap.
it's too bad i didn't tell g'pa i couldn't engage in his stories, for if he knew this, he may have been able to tell them differently, so that i could understand. maybe with pictures or drawings.
i believe they allowed him to escape. go to a place which affected him so deeply, something that you and i may never relate to in our entire lives. a place which seemingly offered him support and familiarity and comfort. a place where bonds were so strong, that unless you were there, you just didn't get it...
you are absolutley right...on all counts.
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