Forms of Respect

So I'm dog sitting this week and with the house empty I've located the records the Canadian Military sent my mom about her Father. Besides copying them I decided to look up some specifics. For one thing my grandfather Harvey was in twice as long as I thought. He began in September of 1944 with the 1st Battalion of Kings Own Rifles of Canada. What's more interesting is the rank waffling he did. Before he was moved to the RCAF he achieved the rank of Colonel. Yet because he did at most costal defense he relinquished that rank and pay increase. After a leave of absence that I believe resulted in my uncle he returned to the war. This time not as a rifleman but a instructor he obtained the rank of acting Sargent. Yet again and to the annoyance of my grandmother I'm sure he relinquished the rank and pay privileges. I wish he was alive today to talk about he rationale for not keeping a military legacy.

I'm thinking that I may try to collect flashing and medals to create a framed memorial. Considering I have little to know hand me downs from my grandpa I'd love to make representations I him. Another interesting find this week was looking into the pedigree of some of my father's grandmothers I came across more Welsh relatives. That echo's the genetic profile I have from Ancestry's DNA test. There is also a new addition to my extended family this week which prompts me to think about children. My fiancée and I share a strong Irish and Austro Bavarian percentage. I imagine our children will be named in that fashion but of course I am titillated alone by the Jones of Wales tartan I found online during some late night browsing.