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Harry Johnson, WWI |
Today at 11:00 many people paused for two minutes of silence
to remember those who have fought to keep our country free. I went to a Remembrance
Day ceremony today at the University of Alberta and behind me sat two young
children with their grandparents who they talked to them a bit about Remembrance
Day and what it meant. The little boy started talking about soldiers and said “Soldiers
are people who go to war because they care about their country. Some of them
come back and some of them don’t”. I thought that was pretty profound coming
from a child who was probably about 5 or 6. I also appreciated that these
grandparents where teaching their grandchildren the importance of remembering.
On Remembrance Day there are two soldiers that I like to
take the time to remember: My Grandpa Harry George Arthur Johnson and Great
Grandfather Harry Johnson.
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Harry G.A. Johnson, WWII |
Great Grandpa Harry was born June 25, 1873 in Binfield,
Berkshire, England and later moved to Fulham in London. He served
in the First World War with the 1st battalion of the Queen’s Own (Royal
West Kent Regiment). During his service he became terminally ill and was sent
home where he died on April 7, 1917. He is buried in the Fulham old cemetery among
the other casualties of the First World War. He left behind a wife and six
children, ranging in ages from 7 months old to 14 years old.
Grandpa Harry was born April
16, 1906 in Fulham, London, England. I recently found the ship record that shows that
he immigrated to Canada when he was 18 years old. He landed in Halifax and lived
in several parts of Canada before settling in Vancouver. When the Second World
War broke out, like his father, Harry Jr. also answered the call to serve his
country. Grandpa Harry served with the 10th Field Squadron Royal Canadian
Engineers. I have his war medals that were given to me by one of my uncles
which is a pretty cool heirloom to be in possession of. I was 6 years old when my Grandpa Harry died
but I do have fond memories of him which I am grateful for.
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Grave site of Harry Johnson
Fulham, London, England |
My Grandpa wanted to be cremated
and have his ashes spread across his father’s grave site. My uncle fulfilled
his request and took his remains to England. In 2001, I went to London, England
with my dad and we visited Great Grandpa Harry’s grave site. In memory
of My Grandpa and his service with the Canadian army we placed a small Canadian
flag at the grave site.
I am grateful for the
service given by my grandpa and Great Grandpa and hope to pass on their stories
to future generations.
Is there anyone in particular that you remember on
Remembrance Day? What is their story?
“At the going down of
the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”
(For The Fallen, Laurence Binyon)