Today, though. Maybe I’ll manage.
Research transported me to the trenches. I was doing family history investigation and I found an embroidered handkerchief, given to my great-grandmother by my great-grandfather.
He was killed at in 1915. She was pregnant with their only child at the time.
Did this faded handkerchief, sewn during breaks in the fighting, provide her with small comfort? A little, perhaps, seeing as she willed it to my mother when she died.