I remember having Remembrance Day off as a child. Sad to say, my family used that day to drive to Toronto to do our Christmas shopping. I remember, more than once, hearing the cash registers in Simpson's go silent at 11am for 1 minute and then start up again. Not special at all.
I was in a university classroom on Nov. 11, 1988 and raised my hand to point out to the professor that it was almost 11am. His response was, "So what." I asked if we could please observe a minute of silence. He had no choice in the matter. All eyes were upon him and more than one student thanked me after class for requesting the observance.
Since then I vowed to spend each and every Remembrance Day at the local cenotaph, if at all possible. It was easy when I was a member of the Canadian Forces Primary Reserves Militia -- I was paid to be there, and I enjoyed it. When I was ordained a Lutheran minister I also became the padre for the local Royal Canadian Legion branch. There was simply no other place to be on Remembrance Day.
That said, the most memorable Remembrance Day for me came in 1999. I was flying to Vancouver from Toronto aboard Air Canada for a Lutheran camping conference in Mission, BC. I was wondering how Remembrance Day would happen. As the appointed hour approached the flight attendants were serving snacks and beverages and the entertainment system was playing away. The captain made an announcement over the PA system instructing the flight attendants to stow the drink carts and return to their seats. The entertainment system was shut down and the entire plane flew in perfect silence for 2 minutes above northern Ontario. The tears streamed down my face as I remembered those who had gone to war, those who never came home and those who did come home -- but were forever touched by the horrors they had experienced.
I took DD to the cenotaph today. She is 5 years old and her Montessori school had a P.D. Day today. She proudly wore her poppy, waved her flag and stood quietly during the Two Minute Wave of Silence that flowed across the country at 11am. We are trying to teach her about what Remembrance Day means -- I purchased the book "A Poppy is to Remember" to help with this task. She enjoyed looking at the soldiers -- asked about the names on the cenotaph and very proudly pointed out that while we remember the soldiers who never came home, we also remember the soldiers who did come home and asked about the men and women she saw with the medals and the berets.
After 45 minutes of standing and watching and listening very quietly, she mentioned that her feet were starting to hurt. I asked her if we could stand just a little longer for the soldiers who couldn't stand anymore. She liked that idea and soon after we walked back to the parking lot where our car waited for us.
It was a good Remembrance Day to spend with a 5 year old. I think we'll do it again next year.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember them.