When I was little, I went to Sunday School up in Rawdon, the village my grandmother lives in. Each year, there would be a ceremony up at the cenotaph on the Sunday closest to Remembrance Day. Like a lot of people I’ve spoken to, Remembrance Day memories are always linked to memories of either blizzards or extremely cold temperatures.

This year, it was not so. It was such a beautifully warm day that you would have sworn that Spring was around the corner. I only had my winter coat on while we were out at the ceremony because I figured that I might get chilly when I was just standing around, but as soon as we headed over to the legion, I changed into my Spring/Fall jacket.

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Cenotaph and plenty of people in attendance to remember

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Marching in

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Veterans

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Wreaths - at first I was disappointed that I got those shadows, but now I kind of like them as they show some of those who came to remember

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At the end of the ceremony, everyone was invited to place their poppies on the cross

And my favourite picture, from when we were leaving the legion later on that afternoon:

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Me and my man. ~SWOON~