When I was growing up this was Armistice Day, in memory of the 1918 ending of the nightmare of World War I -- on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, at eleven a.m .
when church bells started ringing and factory whistles blared. A trolley car stopped in the middle of the street, everything went silent, men took off their hats and held them to their hearts for a full minute, then everything started up again.
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ReplyDeleteAs a PS: Years ago I was visiting my kids in Port Moody, outside Vancouver, and -- can it be so far back that one of my granddaughters was marching with the Brownie Scouts? -- not sure. At any rate, the remembrance ceremonies were extremely moving. It was raining and people stood silently under a sea of umbrellas under a flyby of World War One planes!
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