Today, 11 Nov, we remember those who served, those who fought, and those who died in service, for their country. #RememberThem
I come from a long line of military members, I'll stand in the cold, at the local cenotaph in the village, beginning after 10:30 am.
It might snow, it looks like it?
Well, the service is over, at atiny #HRM park in #MoserRiver , a tiny village on a river, by the same name. Folks asked why I don't wear my medals? Well, for one, I don't carry them around, and other than identifying me as a veteran, my medals bear no semblance to those veterans who fought or died.
I recognized a guest speaker. I sailed with him. Then another, behind me. It took forever to remember their names. One didn't remember me.. yet. We sailed on Skeena, Ottawa & Athabaskan. #Navy
Like everything else along the #EasternShore most is gone today.
We'd walk, or hitchhike, up the road to the store. Sometimes an Aunt would need something and send us. We didn't need money. All store employees knew every child, and every adult that sent them for cigarettes to add to their monthly bill.
The store had hours, but if a light was on, just knock. We'd go see Parades at the store in the 80s. All villages came too.
There was a garage next door to the store. I think the same owner once?
But the garage mechanic was a person you'd never forget. S L O W talking, slow walking, a simple mechanic, that did things precision shops don't do today.
Fixed everything. Welded the leg on my ironing board in 1981. The weld still holds today.
"How much, Les?"
"Couple of bucks?"
He always posed it as a question, 'like is $2 too much?'