I have to admit that I have never had the opportunity to attend a Remembrance Sunday Service here in Corfu. Previous work commitments have meant that I was often out of the country on this date. As a result, even though the British Consulate organised this year's Service as usual, I was not sure what I could expect. With unseasonably hot weather, I arrived at the Cemetery to be greeted by the 82-year-old caretaker, George Psialas. George was actually born in the house on site (his father was caretaker before him) so he has spent his whole life as one of the ‘fixtures’. He had carefully prepared the wreaths to be laid on the war graves and was suited out in his finest attire. His knowledge and love for the Cemetery is amazing – anyone in Corfu should definitely try to visit as he personally takes you around the site. George knows the details of all the servicemen who are buried in the Cemetery dating back to the First World War. We greeted the attendees as they arrived with an order of service, which was to be performed by the local Anglican vicar. There was a good turnout with many ex-service gentlemen wearing their military decorations. The Service itself was extremely moving and it made me realise that I rarely take time to remember those who fought for our country and some whom are still fighting as I write. Afterwards at the church, it was interesting to hear some of the stories from those who have served in the forces. I was in two minds as to whether I should take my daughter with me. She is almost ten, and I was concerned about whether she would understand the service and what it represents and to be honest, whether she was too young to attend. But she was so pleased to be there and was as solemn and polite as a ten-year-old can be. Afterwards during lunch I asked how she felt about the Service. She replied that she liked the music (bugler) and singing but didn’t understand the words. Not quite the reaction I had hoped for but it’s a start…
Posted at 18:49 10 November 2008 by Sarah Ticherou | Comments[1]
