I was attending Imperial war museum north, in preparation for their Volunteer Celebration Choir with the Museum of Science and Industry and The Manchester Museum
But for Two minutes today – we stood in silence to remember those who fought and were lost in two world wars.
We then watched the film , Remembrance, which gave some poignant reminders of why the date is kept, to honour all those fallen in conflict.
The day before, I’d been at my spot in the museum – helping relatives of first world war soldiers remember their relations and share their stories with the nation on the Lives of the First World War Database
Monday Afternoon saw me returning back over the Bridge to the Home of the Imperial War Museum in the North, on the Trafford side of the Manchester Ship Canal
Today has seen me on the Information point Handling trolley, where visitors from all around the country have been able to look at objects and pick them up as the volunteers tell a little bit about the items the visitor is holding and a little about its origins.
These range from a helmet used by the armed forces during the battle of the somme, which was later used in world war II, to a babies gas mask used during world war ii as protection against potential gas attack.
In addition we direct and explain how to go around the big area that makes up the main exhibition space, which holds objects from World war I to Modern day
The Trolley is always of interest to visitors both young and old, because of the interactive nature of the exhibits. Schoolchildren enjoy hearing about the objects on display.
A poem on the branch of Imperial War Museum in Trafford, Greater Manchester.
Another Earth has Landed on the banks of the canal,
Broken in three by the hammer called War.
You climb the Stair
to reach the pole.
As darkness falls,
on earths remains.
Following a line, commemorating time
that has a start – but has no end
Sounds and smells from the past –
They Greet You.
Shaking you by the hand like an old friend.
The plane at the start, the tales it would tell
of its old friend Lusitania – they’ve salvaged its bell.
It’s Just past the smell of sweet poison gas,
you carry on walking and pass the old ass.
feeling your way through the trenches of deep
hoping you don’t wake all the rats that are asleep
The T-34 stands just round a bend,
a stones throw away,
from its nuclear friend,
telling the tales of it winning great battles.
The Cossacks roar out as the tanks tracks it rattles
And the Trabant car from Germany
stands out and tall
as you read of what happened
on both sides of th’ wall
in the windows to attention,
as you read of who wore them
– it is worth a mention.
And you read of the colours,
the flags of the men
who are remembered here proudly,
never seen of again.
And You wear the tin helmet
worn by the men
fighting fires wi’ red engines
in fives and in tens.
You land in their place
and think what would you do ?
As you read of the stories
from wars one and of two