Yesterday was Remembrance Day. In my view it is the one authentic ‘Holy-Day’ of the calendar year. No commercialization.! No Remembrance Day Sales! No self-focus! No negative editorials! No anti-Remembrance or pickets!
The nation and the generations join in simple Silence and Gratitude.
From Today’s Calgary Herald
- Dwindling numbers of oldest vets, the tragedy of recent conflicts bring Calgarians out on Remembrance Day
- Most servicemen and women, veterans and the fallen, were “ordinary [people] who served their country,
- Ray Gilbert wept as he and 15000 other Calgarians stood silent for two minutes to mark Remembrance Day under a bright, blue sky at the Military Museums’ outdoor service on Monday.
- The Second World War veteran, who endured a German prisoner of war camp for two-and-a-half years after the Dieppe raid, was emotional as he reflected on the service of fallen soldiers. When we came to that part where we have to remember everyone, it was really hard,” 91-year-old Gilbert said following the ceremony. “Tears were just flowing. I had a terrible time with it.”
- Mayor Naheed Nenshi told the audience one day’s remembrance each year was “in many ways a cheap act. That simple thank you is never, can never, be enough, he said. Let’s recommit ourselves, not to a moment of remembrance at eleven o’clock on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
Let’s Commit Ourselves to Lives of Constant Remembrance!
Remembrance Day is intensely personal. It connects us to our ancestors and to ourselves at levels that no other holiday can do.
Each generation has experienced at least one defining event that changed their world; irrevocably changing the culture and individual . To understand ourselves we must understand the generations that went before. What defined them? What altered the course of their lives collectively and personally?
The image on the Canadian ten dollar bill tells the story of four generations. Grandparents, parents, children and grandchildren connected ! My grandparents destiny was sculpted by World War I; my parents by World War II. Another post will address the events that shaped my world. My grandchildren live in the blessings of what is gone before. Their story is yet to unfold.
The most potent connection tied to Remembrance Day is the connection to my grandfather Robert Booth Jeffels.
Let me tell you his story. In telling his story I tell you mine.
Robert Booth Jeffels
- Born- Nov 23, 1889
- Served in British Army during World War I
- Married to Elizabeth Brooks
- Three sons & one daughter; eight grandchildren
- Worked as a green grocer
- Emigrated to Edmonton Alberta in 1926
- Served in Canadian Army during World War II
- Died- June 10, 1962
Who was this quiet, gentle man? How did he impact his world? What was the legacy he passed to his children, grandchildren & now his great grandchildren?
Why are the little girl memories of attending Remembrance Day services with the grandfather still vivid? She remembers stories he told, books he gave, walks down 118th Avenue, coffee at Dolly’s Cafe and are as real as the memories of yesterday. She can still smell the Irish Twist tobacco & treasures his pipes. She felt so special to be the grandchild who took the train trip through the mountains to visit Great Aunt Rose in Blaine WA.
On the morning of the day Grandpa died he sat at the piano & played an old hymn- Crossing the Bar. He sang the words & said ‘hmm’. A few hours later he left the house to catch his ride but came back to embrace the little girl now sixteen. I Love You were his last words. to his grandaughter.
What was his legacy? What was the deposit God put in the grandfather so it could be passed to the little girl?
The list could be long including faithfulness, integrity, joy, humor. His grandchildren all say they have no bad memories of grandpa. He experienced deep rejection & unwarranted accusation from close relatives. In the face of deep hurt he did not retaliate or become bitter. He was ‘One of Whom the World was Not Worthy’.
Robert Booth Jeffels
He Was There -He Listened -He Told Stories
Passing It On
Yesterday our eleven year old grandson came for a sleepover. We built memories. We watched Remembrance Day services on TV. I told stories of his great-great grandpa. I listened to his stories. I played with his Chrome Book & my iPad. He taught me how to get Google Drive. It really helps to be a ‘techy’ Nana. We talk about school & relationships & faith.
I Am Present –I Am A Listener -I Am A Storyteller
I Inspire Faith In Next generation.
A Psalm of Remembrance
I will speak to you in stories . I will teach you hidden lessons from our past— stories we have heard and known, stories our ancestors handed down to us. We will not hide these truths from our children; we will tell the next generation about the glorious deeds of the Lord, about his power and his mighty wonders. For he issued his laws to Jacob; he gave his instructions to Israel. He commanded our ancestors to teach them to their children, so the next generation might know them— even the children not yet born— and they in turn will teach their own children. So each generation should set its hope anew on God, not forgetting his glorious miracles and obeying his commands. (Psalm 78: 1-7)
- What is your Story ?
- Who were your ancestors ?
- Connect their story with yours.
- Live in design and destiny.
Stories Are Told So That Each Generation Can Set It’s Hope On God
Tell Your Story To Someone Today!