A tribute to my Dad....Remembrance day

So It's Remembrance day and also100 years since the beginning of the 1st World War.
I am reposting this as a tribute to my dear old Dad who served in Burma in the 2nd world War and was one of the lucky ones who survived.....( and sadly passed away in 1990 )   x





A bit about the Gentleman that is my Dad.....

He was the eldest of 3 boys and a a sister who died in infancy.....1926 was the year that saw the arrival of this amazin man who i am proud to say was my Dad.....he was bought up in a quite strict family, to have manners and respect for his parents and any one who was older than himself.  He was quite a sight to behold by all accounts ( I was once told by a lady who knew him from going to the same dances, that he was the most hansome man in the dance, and that it wasnt only her who thought so.) His first wife was from an Irish imigrant family, as was his family a generation or 2 before.......which meant that she was as wild and fiery as he was, and a good match for his fiery temper, resulting in them fighting often, mostly between themselves!!!!   He was a good dancer, as was she, and they cut a very hansome sight on the floor.  When they were'nt on the dance floor they woud be seen roaring round on an Ariel motorcycle. At this time in his life, you really wouldnt want to get on the wrong side of my Dad, and it wasnt unheard of for people to cross over on to the other side of the road to avoid him...(please do not misunderstand me, he was not a bully, he was a sociable kind man, but would not put up with being S**t on or messed around.(this could of been after his time in the army, or may b he was just born like it,  who knows, but one thing for sure he would never do someone a bad turn if he couldnt do them agood one )

I wasnt around at the time of his first marriage so cannot speak from personal experience but people say his temper was a lot worse after he came back from serving in Burma during the 2nd world war as a Chindit ). Who Knows....only him!!!

  But sadly his marriage ended in divorce, which was soon followed by his x leaving the area and taking my half sister and brother to live about 120 miles away, which meant he did not see them, and i dont suppose that did anything to improve his temper.  Something which i dont think he ever forgave his x for.

Sadly i did not know this strong confident man, by the time i was born he would be late in his 30's and had quietened down somewhat.. ( I did say somewhat !!! )



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So my poor old Dad was not very lucky in love.We ( my sister and I ) were the result of his second marriage, which was to my Mam.  Even though my Dad treated her like a princess, and worked 24/7 to give her everythin she needed...it was never going to be enough.....my wild Mam wanted to Party!!!! so this marriage didnt fare any better than his first, his marriage to my mam only lasted about 3/4 years!( and i have to admit was all my Mams fault...bless her.)

Some of the things i remember about him was his cars...weird that even tho i was a child...probably under 10, i can remember he had a blue Wolsey and that it had pull down tables in the back of the front seats....i remember thinking it was really cool when he picked us up on a Sunday to take us out, he would turn up in this massive motor....funny thing they dont seem that big now....it made me feel like i was special


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Another of my dads motors was a Zephyr 6...dont ask how i remember, cuz i dont know ,  but i also remember it was green... can see it now.....it was very long n very fancy......n i thought it was the bees knees     
He would pick us up from my Mams on a Sunday morning n drop us back at 6 on a Suday t-time.
Quite often we'd call n pik up my Grannie  ( on my Dads side ) then go to the common....we had many happy days spent running round the common on sunny days.....lol and quite often rainy days too.....
where we'd run n play hide n seek...n other games while Grannie watched on, we alway had an ice-cream  ( i cant remember what we had, but i do remember my Grannie always had a 'shell' ) 
 happy dayz
Part 2 to come !!!!!!

He was that soldier

Lest we should Forget

Wow  beautiful i hear u say......


But wot if we add another image...

  

The poppy represents the thousand of soldiers who died in all the wars....some just children....who died so that we could be free....
Remember them with Pride....wear your poppy with Pride..yes i use a capital ''P''  because thats what they did fought for their country...for you...for me...for us...and they did it with Pride....
God bless them....the least we can do....the very least....is rmember what they did...with Pride...
below is a beautiful verse ....a true story of a soldier and his ' Deck of Cards '........

 During the North African campaign, a bunch of soldier boys had
 been on a long hike and they arrived in a little town called Cascina.
 The next morning being Sunday, several of the boys went to Church.
 A sergeant commanded the boys in Church and after the Chaplain had
 read the prayer, the text was taken up next. Those of the boys who
had a prayer book took them out, but this one boy had only a
deck of cards, and so he spread them out.

The Sergeant saw the cards and said,
 "Soldier, put away those cards."

 After the services was over, the soldier was taken prisoner
and brought before the Provost Marshall. The Marshall said,
"Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?"

 "For playing cards in church, Sir."
"And what have you to say for yourself, son?"

 "Much, Sir," replied the soldier.

The Marshall said, "I hope so, for if not I shall punish you more
 than any man was ever punished."

The soldier said, "Sir, I have been on the march for about six days.

 I have neither a Bible nor a prayer book, but I hope to satisfy you,

 Sir, with the purity of my intentions." And with that, the boy
 started his story: "You see Sir, when I look at the Ace,  it reminds me
that there is but one God. And the Deuce  reminds me that the Bible

is divided into two parts, the Old and the New Testaments. When I see
 the Trey, I think of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
And when I see the Four,  I think of the four Evangelists who

 preached the Gospel; there was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

And when I see the Five,  it reminds me of the five wise virgins who

 trimmed their lamps; there were ten of them: five were wise and were

saved, five were foolish and were shut out. When I see the Six,  it reminds me that in six days, God made this great heaven

and earth. When I see the Seven,  it reminds me that on

the seventh day, God rested from His great work. And when I see

the Eight,  I think of the eight righteous persons God saved when

 He destroyed this earth; there was Noah, his wife, their sons and

 their wives. And when I see the Nine,  I think of the lepers

our Savior cleansed, and nine out of the ten didn't even thank Him.

When I see the Ten,  I think of the Ten Commandments God

 handed down to Moses on a table of stone. When I see the King,

 it reminds me that there is but one King of Heaven, God Almighty.

 And when I see the Queen,  I think of the Blessed Virgin Mary,

who is Queen of Heaven. And the Jack  or Knave is the Devil.

When I count the number of spots on a deck of cards,

I find 365, the number of days in a year. There are 52 cards,

 the number of weeks in a year. There are 4 suits, the number of

weeks in a month. There are 12 picture cards, the number of months in

a year. There are 13 tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter.

So you see, Sir, my pack of cards serves me as a Bible,

an Almanac and a Prayer Book." 

"And friends, the story is true. I know, I was that soldier."