In Memory of a Great-Uncle I never knew

In Memory of a Great-Uncle I never knew

In the last few weeks I’ve had a big idea. It started with a few events that ended with a National Geographic Travel magazine and an airport.

I decided it would be worth my while to discover and explore the countries where each of my four grandparent’s ancestors came from.

Ya I’ve heard a few stories here and there but I don’t really know. I know generalities and that’s kind of insufficient for my curiosity.

As part of this history lesson and travel expedition, besides needing cash for expenses, I need Visa’s and permission of entry in order to work.

Upon closer investigation I’ve found out that the UK is grossly discriminatory on which sex can pass along citizenship, leaving me only with the choice of a 5-year ancestry work Visa and Switzerland just has one rule of if you leave us, you and your pretty little offspring are not welcome back to live or work :). I will be leaving Switzerland for last after Britain, Scotland and Ireland.

I am not sure what I expect to get out of all this except stories, some random travelling partners and visitors from home 🙂 and who knows, perhaps I’ll end up wandering the woods in India indefinitely (I am pretty sure there is no Indian blood in me but hey, maybe a million years ago, I’m open to it LOL)!

For now I am busy trying to convince the UK that I’d be a model citizen and employee 🙂

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Now for what I really wanted to put on my blog and specifically today. While digging around I found out that today in 1944 my great-uncle gave his life in France. There is more to the story, like the night my granddad and one of his other brothers decided to visit his grave site and they almost didn’t make it home.

The sacrifice of my great-uncle’s life is intriguing to me in that 68 years ago today this event changed his family’s life. His family that is my family today. It may seem insignificant 68 years after the fact and a great-uncle but I know it impacted my granddad who can hardly talk about his experience. I can only imagine what the butterfly effect really was like. I’ll likely never know, however to a brother lost who I know was never forgotten.

2 thoughts on “In Memory of a Great-Uncle I never knew

    1. I do! I can only remember minute details, like the crater they both hit on their bikes and Grandad thought the worse but they both stood up, brushed off and continued on their motorbikes?!

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