Fred took inventory of all the wreaths a few days before the 11th. He replaced broken poppies and banners. Early the morning of the 11th, he took the wreaths to the cenotaph, laid them out in the order of the service to make it convenient for the wreath layers. Following the service, he gathered them all up and brought them home, ready to box up for next year.
But the weather wreaked havoc on his plan. The wreathes were soaking wet and wind whipped. Today, our laundry room looks like this. Wreaths -a- plenty, drying out.
The photo on the wall you see there was taken at the Quebec City Winter Carnival in 1993. It is my Mom and the Bonhomme d'Carnivale. M. Bonhomme is really tall and Mom was really short. It makes for a fun photo.