Remembering ….

Those who forget the past are condemned to relive it.
Santayana

This weekend is the observation of Memorial Day in the U.S. It is timely for me as my husband and I just returned from a National Geographic trip that visited the sites in Normandy, France for the June 6 invasion by Allied Forces 70 years ago.

We traveled with a wonderful group of people, many of whom had spent years studying the events of D-Day.  Each of us took away new learnings and understandings. The numbers involved in D-Day and the events following were staggering as were the number of casualties. The logistics in planning the event were overwhelming, the number of things that went wrong was huge, but ultimately the objective was achieved – the end of an evil regime that was killing millions upon millions of people. Many, many lives, civilian and military, were lost in achieving that objective……war is a brutal way to resolve issues. So many of US deaths were young men who had only begun to live their lives. I read The Longest Day by Cornelius Ryan to gain some perspective before our trip. It focused on the individual soldiers and their stories and I highly recommend it.

It is important that we not forget the lessons of history lest we repeat them………and there were many, many lessons from that dark period in the history of our planet.

I highly suspect that some of these photos that I captured along the way will end up in my art quilts – my way of remembering. 🙂

View near Arromanche, France of WWII memorial

View of Normandy WWII Museum near Arromanche, France.

Omaha Beach today

View of Omaha Beach today

American Cemetery, Normandy, France

View of the American Cemetery in Normandy where over 9,000 military who lost their lives in Normandy and the events after are buried. Many more are buried in the U.S.


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  1. THANK YOU for this post! Memorial Day is not just about picnics! This was a poignant post and yes, there is much to be gained by remembering.

  2. Powerful memorials. My father and step-father served in WWII — Royal Canadian Black Watch Regiment. Dad ended as a Major, in charge of 3 DP camps at the war’s end (he was 36 when he enlisted in 1940 and never was a foot soldier, but was still injured in an ‘incident’ in June 1946 and succumbed to his injuries in February 1952). Step-dad, a Sergeant, lost 2 fingers of his right hand, and took a bullet in his right arm, sometime, somewhere in France. Never talked about it. His dad was killed in WWI (also Black Watch) in 1916 and is buried in France. Step-dad was 2 at the time. This year our Victoria Day parade included a float from the Mirror Museum commemorating the Centenary of WWI. Lest we ever forget…

  3. Thank you, Judy. I look forward to seeing the beautiful quilts that come from your experience. I can see them now. 🙂

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