Poppies, Rations and Remembrance

Poppies, Rations and Remembrance

As the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month approaches, much of the world takes a moment to remember and respect. Many of us wear poppies to symbolize the occasion, and to raise a few loonies and twoonies for our surviving veterans. As a symbolic gesture, poppies are laid on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.  

We Canadians should be extra proud of this flower power in all its organic glory. Its link to Remembrance Day is all because of Canadian military physician John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields”. Poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, and their deep red colour represented the bloodshed of war. They’re also steeped in irony that though the goal is to remember, the poppy’s medicinal power is to bliss out and forget.

I’m lucky enough to not know what it’s like to be at war. For other generations and other current nations, it’s an ever present reality. Not so lucky. So I’ll do this very small thing that’s asked of me which is to remember.

Both of my grandmother’s husbands fought in the WWII. In fact, they were in the same division of the air force (further proof of the world’s teeny, tiny preciousness). Her first husband passed on before I was born (the war didn’t get him, but the cholesterol count did), so I never had the chance to meet him. I did hear the stories from her second husband often. He shared some amazing war stories, slightly edited to protect his younger audience. We’ll never know what could not be said.

My grandmother was a war bride, and had stories of her own. She knew what it was like to be a young woman in war-torn London. Lots of what we now call green concepts were the order of the day out of necessity. Blackouts at night to avoid the bombs = Class A energy efficiency. Food was rationed and every bit was used = the ultimate in waste reduction.    

Because of the food rationing, many families were encouraged to grow “victory gardens”. Public property was converted into personal fruit, vegetable and herb gardens to ease the burden on farmers and to allow stocks to be sent to the soldiers. We still have that idea with our UHN Real Food Garden.

My grandmother told me that even items like ladies’ stockings were a rare commodity. Back in those days, they were held up by garters and had these dark seams at the back. For those without stockings but with a little artistic talent, they painted lines on the backs of their legs to fake-out the look. Quite the ingenious workaround.

My generation has made some amazing technological advances, and we think we’re pretty smart cookies, but we could stand to learn a thing or two from the generations before. Part of remembering might be to engage someone who has lived through a bigger chunk of past than you. You might be amazed at what they have to share.

2 thoughts on “Poppies, Rations and Remembrance

  1. Love the blog, as you know! Thanks for the piece on remembrance. For me, the post war child of a soldier who made it back from the carnage, I never let Nov 11th go by without stopping wherever I am to pay respects to those who made our current life possible. And to your point, the people of that era suffered tremendous privation, even here in Canada. They were the orginal reuse and recylers. We have strayed far from that ideal model of modest consumption and maximizing reuse of well made products. We would be well advised to look back at that way of life and draw inspiration from it. Otherwise what faces us in the future will be more destructive to how we live than any single war.


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