“They shall grow not 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.”
“The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.”
Last week, Porthleven Town Council awarded one of its town plaques to Rachel Baker. The reason for the award was to recognise the work by Rachel in rasing money for the Royal British Legion Poppy Appeal.
Rachel has been the local organiser for the Poppy Appeal since 2010. In that time, Porthleven has raised £35,750. A staggering amount for a population of under 4000. This year’s Poppy Appeal raised just over £2800.
It does not just stop there. As Rachel has done a lot of research on those mens names who are on the War Memorial from the Great War, Second World War, and Aden. From this research, Rachel has compiled a small book. It brings to life the story behind the names who are carved onto the War Memorial.
Well done Rachel, you throughly deserve the award of the town plaque.
Rachel being awarded the town plaque by the Mayor.
As we approach the 11th November and the act of Remembrance on Sunday 9th, I came across a poem written by a gentleman named Paul Hunter. He has come up with a thought-provoking poem about the poppy. As an ex-serviceman, it has struck a tune with me.
It is as follows:
I am not a badge of honour,
I am not a racist smear,
I am not a fashion statement to be worn but once a year
I am not glorification of conflict or of war
I am not a paper ornament or a token,
I am more.
I am a loving memory of a father or son,
A mother, a sister or daughter each and every one.
I am paper or enamel,
I am old or shining new,
I am a way of saying thank you,
To every one of you.
I am a single poppy, a reminder to you all,
That courage, faith and honour will stand where heroes fall