Who would have thought helping to put a poppy festival together could be so time consuming…or require so many poppies. It was a humbling experience to consider that on average for each day of the Great War 1500 men from all sides of the conflict were killed. It took much longer than that to make the 1500 poppies that decorated St Thomas’s. Every one was involved from pre-school toddlers to, school children, to the scouts, the WI and the anonymous individuals who left beautiful hand knitted and crocheted poppies on my doorstep and which now climb from floor to the top of the gallery at the back of the church.
Twelve men are named on the war memorial opposite the church. It is sited in a spot that was once the corner of the garden where Private Joseph Brindley played as a child before he turned seventeen and joined the marines. I had the honour to read his diary and to see the hole in its pages that marked the track of the bullet that killed him at the beginning of September 1918. I can only imagine the grief that his family must have suffered when they unwrapped the parcel that arrived containing his dress uniform, trench periscope and diary.
Tomorrow normal blogging will resume – today though, here are a few pictures of poppies: