LITTLE HOPE REMEMBERS:
Exactly 102 years ago this month, on 11th November 1918, the guns of the Western Front fell silent after four long years of war and a country forever changed by the horrors its sons and daughters had borne witness to was finally able to draw breath and begin picking up the pieces. Barely a family in Britain had escaped the arrival of a telegram bringing devastating news and those that had were just as likely to face the long years ahead caring for the shell-shocked, the maimed and the terminally ill.
The Chronicles of Little Hope are, of course, tongue in cheek stories of another war, one which came scarcely twenty years after the armistice of 1918 and which was just as devastating, if not more so given its global scale. When I was a child, in the 1970s, I remember well the people who nurtured, reared and inspired me. They had been for the most part members of our last great wartime generation, although they made little of it back then.
We have now reached the point in time, however when most of those people are gone, when there are fewer hands amongst us that held theirs, fewer people holding personal memories of those who fought for our freedom and told us stories of those who didn’t make it back home.
But whilst personal memories fade, we still – thank God - as a country, Remember.
In 2018, wondering what to do to commemorate the centenary of the end of the Great War on November 11th and indeed all conflicts since, I approached the folk who play the Villagers of Little Hope and we discussed those family members of our own who were lost to us during the course of two world wars.
We may not have known them personally, but they will always be ours.
Thus it is that every year now, the photographs which we all worked on as a tribute to those who didn't come home, appear on my social media sites on Armistice Day.
'They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them...'