My family seemed to know that they were a part of history; not that they were notables or history makers for anyone other than their own loving family, but a disproportionate amount of them (women included) seemed to have a desire to keep a record for the future. Now, in a slowly shrinking family, I feel called to make sense of their stories. My daughter will not have the same thin connection that I had with the First World War, and even the Second World War seems so far away.
So many crumpled, tarnished pictures are stuffed into crates; my family history. A dutiful caretaker, I have tried to share and protect them as best as I can. There is so much to do- so many stories and pictures fighting for my attention.
On rainy, ice covered days like these, there are a few extra hours to spelunk into the boxes and come up with a rare discovery, or a new event to place on the timeline of our history. I found so much today. So many faces lost to history: World War One, World War Two and social ….
This one was wrapped up like the rest: scroll fashion, tight- holding their secrets. Unwrapping them and scanning them was a challenge at best. It provided a rare opportunity for me to get my seven year old involved in the past and historical exploration.
I apologize for the quality, but if I don’t put them up now, they might be lost for good. It is a harsh photo; a captured trench and at least two men – their bodies unburied. War and conflict will always tarnish care and dignity.
Thank you for taking the time and care to do this. I have recently been reading my great-uncle’s diary from WWI when he was with the 13th Battalion – fighting the the same area as your family. The timing is incredible that as I would just start reading his words, your images would appear. Please keep up this project – it is a very worthwhile effort and much appreciated.
Thank you! I would love to hear more about your history too. It is always wonderful to find like minded people! Good luck with your own investigation and your great-uncle’s journal!