Hi all
I was over with my Dad the other day not enjoying the best of health hell he is 84 ,as he says "iam getting my moneys worth out of the NHS " hell he makes me laugh, we seem to do a lot of talking these days not that we have not done in the past,but we appear to do more now.
He still does his oil and water painting and is very active in the community ,he says he knows the old clock of time is ticking when rememberence day comes along and his another face is gone .He was the only one able out of his group who landed on D-Day to lay the wreath in fact there is only 2 left Ted Chapman VC one of his pals died a few years ago.
My dad goes back every year although he does not drive and the numbers dwindle ,he feels that he has an obligation to do it for as long as he can.
I went with him for the 40th Aniversary and enduring relationship with a small Normandy village followed.
After the breakout they dug in in the Orchard of a small town called Mondrainville during a lull in the fighting my dad went into the farm house as he was walking out he picked up a small black and white picture of the farm house and placed it in his battledress pocket .
He kept it through out the war ,the war ended and the life went on and he joined the Police and did 32 years .
Dad never went back untill 40 years later and a small group of closs pals went back back to visit the the country side that forged their youth.
My dad said that your memorys are black and white ,my dad had brought with him the dog eared black and white photo,he walked around one village un able to recognise any perticular images he could remember,then moved on to the next.
My dad split up from his pals and walked down a small road turned a corner into a large garden ,there sat an entire family enjoying a meal under some apple trees ,he apologised for disturbing them and went walk away a man called over and asked my dad and i to join them ,my dad explained thaqt there were three others in his broken french and they were called and we all sat down they guys were wearing there blazer badges so conversations moved onto that day in June .I sat there watching these old lions relive there youth .
One of the guys sat there was the owner of the garden Mt LeGoff, my dad explained that he had a picture of a farm house my d and showed it to him there were shouts and all sorts of comotionad as he showed the photo.
Mr LeGoff troted off to the house set back in some trees and came back with an elderly lady who was in fact Madame LeGoff his mother .My father explained that he had been dugg in in a small orchard in this picture ,Mr Legoff then said you are hear this is the Orchard and then through the trees we could see the farm house pretty well unchanged .strangly when my dad had sat down with his first glass of wine he was in fact no more than perhaps 2 feet from where his fox hole had been .
What ensued was amazing We explained that the wifes were at the cars some was dispatched with myself to get them and we all sat in the orchard and had the most fantastic time .
This relationship has continued since so much so that my father and Tom Gritffths set up and exchange arrangement between the school in Mondrainville and a shool in Abergavenny which contiues to this day.
A road was named after Edward Chapman VC BEM and un known to Tom and my Dad a new School was built during the year of the 60th Anniversary of D-Day and before they went to the beaches they were both called to the Town Hall in Mondrainville and were informeed that the new School will be called Ecole Edwards Griffths and will always carry that name as laid down by the then French Education Minister.
This image below is of my dad looking across from the playing fields of the shool the day of the naming of the shool, i left him on his own with his thoughts no doubt cleary remembering when those quite fields that now lay before him were the resting place of so many young men no matter if you were from the valleys of Wales, New York City,or the country side of Canada.
That day left its mark on me June the 6th 2004
Cheers Chris
I was over with my Dad the other day not enjoying the best of health hell he is 84 ,as he says "iam getting my moneys worth out of the NHS " hell he makes me laugh, we seem to do a lot of talking these days not that we have not done in the past,but we appear to do more now.
He still does his oil and water painting and is very active in the community ,he says he knows the old clock of time is ticking when rememberence day comes along and his another face is gone .He was the only one able out of his group who landed on D-Day to lay the wreath in fact there is only 2 left Ted Chapman VC one of his pals died a few years ago.
My dad goes back every year although he does not drive and the numbers dwindle ,he feels that he has an obligation to do it for as long as he can.
I went with him for the 40th Aniversary and enduring relationship with a small Normandy village followed.
After the breakout they dug in in the Orchard of a small town called Mondrainville during a lull in the fighting my dad went into the farm house as he was walking out he picked up a small black and white picture of the farm house and placed it in his battledress pocket .
He kept it through out the war ,the war ended and the life went on and he joined the Police and did 32 years .
Dad never went back untill 40 years later and a small group of closs pals went back back to visit the the country side that forged their youth.
My dad said that your memorys are black and white ,my dad had brought with him the dog eared black and white photo,he walked around one village un able to recognise any perticular images he could remember,then moved on to the next.
My dad split up from his pals and walked down a small road turned a corner into a large garden ,there sat an entire family enjoying a meal under some apple trees ,he apologised for disturbing them and went walk away a man called over and asked my dad and i to join them ,my dad explained thaqt there were three others in his broken french and they were called and we all sat down they guys were wearing there blazer badges so conversations moved onto that day in June .I sat there watching these old lions relive there youth .
One of the guys sat there was the owner of the garden Mt LeGoff, my dad explained that he had a picture of a farm house my d and showed it to him there were shouts and all sorts of comotionad as he showed the photo.
Mr LeGoff troted off to the house set back in some trees and came back with an elderly lady who was in fact Madame LeGoff his mother .My father explained that he had been dugg in in a small orchard in this picture ,Mr Legoff then said you are hear this is the Orchard and then through the trees we could see the farm house pretty well unchanged .strangly when my dad had sat down with his first glass of wine he was in fact no more than perhaps 2 feet from where his fox hole had been .
What ensued was amazing We explained that the wifes were at the cars some was dispatched with myself to get them and we all sat in the orchard and had the most fantastic time .
This relationship has continued since so much so that my father and Tom Gritffths set up and exchange arrangement between the school in Mondrainville and a shool in Abergavenny which contiues to this day.
A road was named after Edward Chapman VC BEM and un known to Tom and my Dad a new School was built during the year of the 60th Anniversary of D-Day and before they went to the beaches they were both called to the Town Hall in Mondrainville and were informeed that the new School will be called Ecole Edwards Griffths and will always carry that name as laid down by the then French Education Minister.
This image below is of my dad looking across from the playing fields of the shool the day of the naming of the shool, i left him on his own with his thoughts no doubt cleary remembering when those quite fields that now lay before him were the resting place of so many young men no matter if you were from the valleys of Wales, New York City,or the country side of Canada.
That day left its mark on me June the 6th 2004
Cheers Chris
