Having spent a quite busy morning in the museum, managing to work the till with no mistakes today, I was aware of an increase of traffic caused by the 'Christmas shop.' People sauntered around checking prices, sifting through the sale items, and sometimes buying things. A good morning, in spite of staff shortages, a day when all the right people wandered in.
Some even came to visit the museum or the old photo exhibition. Looking at old pictures of your home town is a strangely interesting occupation. To remember how it was twenty, fifty or even a hundred years ago, though few remember that far back, is a pleasure to many. Several have noted their own house under long gone previous ownership, their church or school, and certainly the shops that once filled their homes with furniture, foodstuffs or toys. The long gone staff are remembered, sometimes relatives are observed and memories flow. It has been a happy exhibition so far.
One man however had a different object in view. He was looking for info regarding his ancestor who died in 1918 somewhere in Belgium. Alas I had little on him and have spent a while searching for more info. Not counting the time I fell asleep I have been thus occupied for hours. At least I have more idea of the canal the poor fellow may well have been wounded fighting over. It is possible he was wounded and died a few days later but of course unless we find actual details, which is unlikely, we may never know.
The picture was taken a few days ago, I placed it there to remind me what the sky looked like before the clouds arriving then blocked out the sun and turned all around a gray colour. The cloud cover increases the temperature but a smiling weather man cheerfully told me tonight it will freeze on Friday. I switched him off! Bah!
Some Christmas Shopping Cheer!