Monday, November 11, 2013

Remembrance Day: November 11

I watched the WWII bombers fly over my house at 11am on their way to remembrance ceremonies this November 11. I was moved to tears and I cannot say why. I have no memory of bombers flying in WWII because I was not born then, but my childhood was filled with the voices of my family and extended family telling and retelling the sounds and the sights of wartime London: squeezing into homemade shelters, emerging to debris and relief that they still lived, near misses, the songs, the funny incidents, and the absolute determination to "carry on."  It is almost as if the sounds of "our" bombers is written into my DNA, a sense memory passed on.