The lady who bawled me out at the grocery store made me think of my Papa. Remembrance Day was the biggest day of the year for him. In addition to marking the end of the worst nightmare in history, November 11 was his birthday and his wedding anniversary. When my Papa was alive he really looked forward to marching in the Remembrance Day parade.
When the Second World War broke out, I was a young child living in London, England. My older sister and I were lucky to be offered shelter in a little old farm house for the duration of the war. I often looked back to these years on the Andrews' farm with fondness and gratitude -- especially because that's where I gained my deep appreciation for fresh, healthy food.