By Bruce Robison
Across the top of her bedroom bureau my grandmother had something of a prayer shrine: rows of carefully arranged photographs, the family...
We live in the midst of a season of forgetting, a time when the discipline of memory seems too troublesome, too unfashionable, too anachronistic in a time seduced by the new.
Last Tuesday I had a morning with the Dorset Army Cadet Force, at their annual camp. I reminded them of a Russian proverb: "Dwell in the past and you’ll lose an eye. Forget the past and you’ll lose both eyes." We are here today to remember.
