He also sent me the photo below, of Gerry (back) Colin and Col's brother, Clifford, (left) which I have sent on to the Bull family. One of the most wonderful aspects of all this research is sharing. You just never know what is going to turn up.
One of the people I recently contacted through messages is a descendant of a 12th Light Horse soldier. He left a wonderful diary that takes you, day by day into the lives of the soldiers in Egypt, including both Gerry Digby, my grandfather, and his dear friend Colin Bull. How thrilling it was to be there with them.
He also sent me the photo below, of Gerry (back) Colin and Col's brother, Clifford, (left) which I have sent on to the Bull family. One of the most wonderful aspects of all this research is sharing. You just never know what is going to turn up.
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Today is Day 1 of my return to and updating of my website and much has happened in the time between now and then. Instead of going through the unrolling of events over the past years, I would like to tell you of my thoughts for today on a small miracle. It is about the unknown impacts a seemingly small gesture can have through time. Early in the First World War, after my great grandmother, Edie, had seen off first her husband, then her older son as a doctor to Europe, and lastly her younger one to Egypt, she was left living alone for the first time in her life. With her dedication to war work, she did not have a great deal of time for socialising, but one place she sought company was at the Womens' Club. One day when she called in there for lunch she found an envelope waiting for her, plain and buff coloured, with the words For Mrs Digby with Mrs Ranken's love. Inside was a poem, A Mother's Song, a heart rending reminder that, no matter what country you were from, no matter what relationship you have to the soldier, whether son or brother, "it little matters whose boy if you are one boy's mother". To include this in Violet and Rose's performance reading of A Dreadful Time for Mothers, the wonderful Nadine Budge put the poem to music which adds much to its power and poignancy, and reduces many to tears. As I listened again to it today, I started reflecting on the story, the journey of this poem. When Mrs Ranken carefully wrote out the words, as she waited for the ink to dry, folded it, popped it into the envelope, as she wrote on the envelope to ensure Edie would receive it, there is no way she could she have envisaged the journey it would take, and the effect it would have on those who read or heard it over the years. That Edie kept it so carefully so that it made its way through time to touch us as we listen, to me is nothing short of a small miracle. What a story it could tell. Violet and Rose, AKA Clare Larman and Maureen Hartley, who took Edith's story, live, into the public arena.
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