11/11/2024
I had the privilege of being asked to speak this morning at Maldon RSL's Remembrance Day service, when the biodegradable wreath we provided was laid.
Usually, I use the details and the stories provided to me to design a wreath, but not this time. For today’s arrangement for Maldon RSL's Remembrance Day service I was asked to design it based on “what Remembrance Day means to me”.
It can be a difficult question to answer, especially for someone of my generation. We have never been called upon, willingly or otherwise, as other generations have. And honestly, I don’t know I’d have the courage to go, if I was. “What does Remembrance Day mean to me?” It means respecting those who have had to do things I haven’t.
It means knowing that some people, young and old, hate lightning and fireworks, and being thankful that I don’t have a reason to.
It’s the memory of standing at the edge of a field of poppies in Europe, knowing that so many people saw it very differently and never left, and feeling the weight of it in the air amid the irony, of the sun shining beautifully and the birds singing.
It’s knowing my grandmother couldn’t watch any movies about the war, because it reminded her of too many people she missed, and learning there was more to her than her tough exterior showed.
I don’t remember the war ending, or the parades that welcomed far less people home than they had said goodbye to, or Vietnam, or lots of things that many people associate with Remembrance Day. I do remember in 1997, when school stopped and we observed a minute’s silence; the first time I recall doing so. It’s about teaching the next generation why that is important, so they will come to understand it too.
It’s about giving our daughter her Dutch family name, because it had been so strongly fought for to survive, that it is now used with pride.
It’s about knowing there are far too many people with blurry old tattoos that were not the result of some young frivolous error of judgement, but of someone else’s making and that perhaps they’d rather forget them all the same, and about remembering those who we’ve lost who fought against such things.
It means honouring those who have had to see things that I haven’t, and being grateful for that.
It means that we dress a little nicer; more respectfully today.
It means that even though the younger ones may not understand some of these things, that we should teach them, and one day they will understand it more.
It means somber traditions, and history.
For all these reasons, I have included the following flowers and foliage in this wreath, as well as fallen sprig of Maldon’s own Gallipoli Pine.
I have included 11 main elements, each with 11 pieces.
Rosemary and statice, both symbols of remembrance.
Olive branches, a symbol of peace.
Carnations and yellow rose buds, both traditionally used to symbolize gratitude.
But the focus of this wreath is roses and bay leaves, as were in the wreath that was laid by King George V for the funeral of the Unknown Soldier in 1920,
And eucalyptus and French lavender, for our own unknown soldier who returned home from France in 1993.
Because Remembrance Day isn’t just about what it means to me. It’s about what it means to all of us, the people that we know, the people who have been lost, and the people who have made a difference, even if they are unknown to us.