They shall not grow old

I’ve only been to the Remembrance Service by the memorial in Ryton once before, not because I don’t want to, but because I’m usually at work. Crosses have always been placed however, in memory of my Great Uncle Robert William Lawson, killed in WWI. My grandmother never got over her brother’s death and called her son after him, Robert William Rochester. Ironically, Uncle Bobby was killed in WW2.  Like her mother before her my mother adored the brother she lost. As I grew up, Uncle Bobby was talked about constantly and made to live on.  It was wonderful to see so many people at the service, I estimate there were about 100 of us.  Here are some pictures.