AN IMPORTANT DAY 11NOVEMBER.

As experienced by Fay’s Granddaughter.

I was only 22months of age when I helped my Gran with her duties last year on 11th November and my mother took these photographs to record the event.

Gran was serving breakfast to her guests at Das Helwig Haus B&B when I burst into the room with my usual shout of glee, throwing myself into her arms and giving her a kiss. This caused much laughter amongst Gran’s guests, one of whom said, “She’s a little pink blossom!”

Gran had work to do in preparation for the crowd about to arrive and at all times I tried to assist. I’m getting good at going on to the buses with Gran to welcome the visitors. Then the two of us stand at the entrance to hand out sprigs of peppermint for the guests to use as fly swats.

Welcome

After I had given the last sprigs away to the visitors, I has to fight my way through their legs to keep up with Gran who was telling them all about her garden.

Many guests were asking about the unusual flowers growing in Gran’s garden and I heard people muttering that they didn’t know how she did it all.

Gran talking about her garden.

I’ve heard Gran’s spiel several times this week so hurried on ahead to show the way to the poppy field and open the gate for our visitors.

The front garden gate.

Gran got waylaid by people asking questions, so I sat down beside a Grandfatherly type and did my best to prevent him getting bored.

He seemed lonely.

A woman’s work is never done, Gran says, and I’m learning what she means.

Naughty geese.

I had spotted the flock of geese trying to sneak into the back of Gran’s poppies so I had the leave the crowd and chase the geese back to the dam. Even when the Daddy goose turned and hissed at me I yelled, “Go, go, go!”

I heard Mummy calling me.

I hurried back.

I was amazed to see all these people just standing around, listening to Gran talk. They seemed to be paying attention to every word she said.

Remembrance crowd

Mummy told me to “Shush” when Gran lowered the flag and everyone became silent.

Australian flag flying over the Remembrance Field.

Then it was all over bar the farewells. I had to go on the bus with Gran to say, “Bye, bye,” into the microphone. It is all part of my job.

I'm good with technology.

I wanted to say more, but Gran carried me off the bus and perched me on the garden gate to wave goodbye.

I'm reluctant to leave these friendly people.

The bus drivers beeped their horns and everyone waved at the windows.

And so, another busy morning came to and end.

Farewell.

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