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Monday, 16th September was a wet day, and fortunately we did not have to go outside of the monastery, having a full day of rehearsals and a concert in its chapel that evening. I took very few photos, just two, of guests at our concert.
The first is of 97-year-old British veteran, Private George Avery, 71st Field Company, Royal Engineers. (My grandfather served behind the trenches in the Royal Engineers in the First World War, and in the Second my father in the RAF and my uncle in the Royal Navy. How I wish, like so many, that I had asked the questions when I had the chance. And, additionally this day, I was conscious that it would have been my mother’s 100th birthday.)
In September 1944 the Royal Engineers prepared for the drive north to Arnhem, and in February 1945 built the longest Bailey bridge in the world. Private Avery was at Auschwitz shortly after Liberation and says he will always remember that.
Here he is in those days. Same cheeky smile!
The other photo I took minutes later, of the US Ambassador to the Netherlands, Pete Hoekstra. He was born in the Netherlands, but moved to the US when he was three. He had been at the Freedom Museum the day before and had been urged to come to our concert if he was free. Here he is addressing us before the concert, with his wife, Diane, and ‘our’ American, Bill.
The chapel was full, with nearly 300 in the audience, the Ambassador unnervingly just feet away from us as we sang. Here our conductor, Peter Leech, is giving us concert feedback at the beginning of our rehearsal the next day, as we sat in our same places.
Tuesday 17th September. After lunch at the monastery, we set off in the coach for Uden. We were greeted there at the Commonwealth War Cemetery, right in the middle of the town, by a former mayor, Mr Antoon Verbakel. He has been for many years the chair of a group concerned with honouring those buried there, some 700, the vast majority of whom are British. He told us of the history of the cemetery, and said that, while their annual war remembrance ceremonies ares in May, he personally comes to the cemetery at the same time as – and he choked with emotion at this point – as our Queen is honouring the dead in Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. He presented Peter with a book he had written giving the story of the cemetery, after which we were free to walk around.
And many hundreds more, including servicemen from New Zealand and Australia.
It was time to walk to the parish room of the St-Petrus Kerk, where we would give our second concert. This was not just any old kerk. It was the size of a cathedral!
It was just as big inside as it was outside, as we discovered during our rehearsal.
Between rehearsal and concert, we were as bad as the youngsters…
For the concert, the church, while not packed, was very full, probably the same number as the night before. We were delighted to see Private Avery and his family there again in the front row, joining in, along with the rest of the audience, our encore, an arrangement of ‘We’ll meet again.’ The Dutch know it as well, if not better than the British do.
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What a day you had, unforgettable. Thanks for taking us with you.
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It was very moving.
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Thank you for this.
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You’re welcome.
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A splendid record. It must have been an emotional time for everyone involved, but helped by your choir I am sure.
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The singing was appreciated by choir and audience alike.
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What a wonderful project – particularly poignant at the moment bearing in mind all the damage we might be on the point of doing to the European family of nations.
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The thought was constantly with me, with other Brits, and with the other nations represented. There was a fair amount of discussion, and sympathy expressed.
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Thank you for this.
My Father-in-law had landed at Arnhem. I think that the consequences may have remained trapped within him for the rest of his life.
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Perhaps inevitable for anyone who did.
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In Alsace, war cemeteries were sadly an everyday part of my childhood background.
Thank you for sharing with us these very moving moments, all the more intense for being part of it by bringing the beauty and solace of music.
“ô faites que jamais ne revienne / Le temps du sang et de la haine” Barbara (Göttingen)
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I see that there is a lengthy Wikipedia article on war cemeteries in Alsace. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I_Memorials_and_Cemeteries_in_Alsace
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Thank you, Venetia, for this link. So many names that bring up memories.
Thann is my home town. Saulcy-sur-Meurthe (on the Vosges side) and Sainte-Marie-aux-Mines (on the Alsace side) are the nearest towns to where we lived.
The closest war cemetery, though, was the one in Bertrimoutier, not mentioned here, a small village a bare 5 km from our home.
Our school trips took us often to Hartmannswillerkopf (or Le Vieil Armand, its French name). Each 8. May and 11. November, we sang la Marseillaise and “Le chant des déportés” in front of the war memorial.
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