Thursday, November 12, 2015

Our seventh.


Bob arrives in the kitchen ready for the day to start. It's clear from the sodden paws and matted muzzle that he's already been chasing squirrels.

Sophie looks presentable.


Autumn mist for the Remembrance Service. We're supposed to start at 11.00 but it's 11.15 by the time the mayor has shepherded the villagers into position. The Old Farmer is there, a row of medals strung proudly across his brown knitted cardigan.


The mayor, dapper in his funeral suit, reads out the message from the President of the Republic. I strain to catch a few words but fail. Then the list of the village dead is called, '' Mort pour la France " intoned after each name.The mayors grandfather and uncle the first names read out. The youngest villager lays a wreath on the memorial. A minutes silence ,then the little lady in the purple hat sings the Marseillaise slowly and plaintively. 

An invitation is extended to the mayor and his wife to join us for a glass of champagne. '' We couldn't possibly. Oh well. Perhaps the one ". Madame Bay, the lady with the beehive hairdo, the woman with unexpected triplets, the man in the yellow day-glo jacket , the lady in the purple hat , the tiler, the deputy matron from the Old Folks home, the Old Farmer and a variety of others follow along. 

Bob circulates amongst the crowd in the hope of finding sausages. He's disappointed. 

So passes another year in deepest France profonde. This 'The Font' notes to our mutual surprise is the seventh ceremony we've attended. Where has the time gone ?





10 comments:

WFT Nobby said...

No doubt, with so many memories, "just the one" was not enough.
Love the misty photos.

Coppa's girl said...

So autumnal, and so fitting for such a poignant day.
Poor Bob - not a sausage in sight - how could that be?

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Seventh! You are so right...where has the time gone. Sounds like a lovely ceremony.

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

The last photo perfectly marks the day. Seven years, you are right, where has the time gone?

Julie said...

How long was Sophie presentable for?
A perfect day, well apart from the no sausage bit

Swan said...

That's quite a cast of characters in your village :)

dustbunny8 said...

That last photo.....except for the French Tricolor could be any where's war memorial, on the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month.

Kari said...

Yes, quite the cast of characters. I hope that the very old farmer was not forgotten.

BaileyBobSouthernDog said...

Veterans Day, in the US, reminds me of Arlington Cemetary. Standing at it's highest point, turning 360 degrees, rolling hills of crosses. It takes your breath away in sorrow.

rottrover said...

So glad the VOF was able to attend...