I’m so sorry. I’m not sure what happened to yesterday, I wondered why I hadn’t received any notification of comments. So, this is yesterday’s post, okay?
The day started absurdly early because I had said I’d be at the school assembly at 9 o’clock. I know, darlings, I washed my hair and ironed two whole garments, specially. Then I had a meeting with the Head, because there’s a whole lot of stuff to sort out this term, and then the conversation got around to the First World War, as it does.
It was perfectly sensible, a staff member’s father had recently died and the Head referred to that, as she is very upset, and I said that I’d known him (the father), he lived in our village and, when he moved here, I’d asked him to read out the Roll of Honour at the Remembrance Day service, he being one of our few remaining residents who served in WWII. He had become a friend; I was already friends with his daughter.
I mentioned, as I have here because it always shocks me, that 25 of our village’s young men (which had to be almost all of them) had died in that war, and that led the conversation on to those boys of the Grammar School, the precursor to the present High School, who had been in the armed forces at that time. One of the schoolmasters had lost his life in the Great War, and something had moved him (the Head), being a historian and very interested in the subject and the school, to look up the school magazine from that period. He brought out a book, which comprised the magazines from 1914-1924, and said he had ended up reading it from cover to cover, it was so interesting. He said that the Sage’s family name had recurred time after time.
The Sage’s father had three brothers and all four of them had attended Yagnub Grammar School, Pa having been nearly 16 when the war started. He and his younger brother were mentioned many times in the magazine, for academic and sporting achievements, then he was mentioned as having graduated from Cambridge and becoming a member of the Law Society, as was his eldest brother. The Head has lent me the book to show the Sage, and I think that all our children will be interested.
Genealogy is so popular nowadays and I don’t really get it – I honestly don’t care what my forebears were doing a couple of hundred years ago, unless there’s something that lets me see them as people. For example, my three-greats-grandfather was big on public service 160 years ago, as am I, I suppose – don’t know if that’s nature or nurture, but it is some sort of connection (and also, coincidentally, with the Sage’s family) and I know a little of him as a person because of some letters we have, but I have no great urge to research the family. I’m not that into it. But this is different, because we did know him, my elder children remember Grandpa lovingly and we will all be really interested to read about his schooldays.
I’ve always been a TW3 sort of girl – it’s over, let it go. But blogging has made me see the interest in keeping a record, not just for me now, but for the future. I pity any poor person who reads all my waffle once I’m dead or gaga (not planning either right now, but at least the former is bound to happen, I’m ageing jolly fast, I can tell you) as there’s so damn much of it – but, having read it, that person will really know me pretty well.