Died in Service!

tigerfish replied on 08/12/2016 17:24

tigerfish

Posted on 08/12/2016 17:24

Seeing the other thread in this section on war graves reminds me of an incident in church many years ago that whilst a bit amusing at the time gives an idea how a simple thing can frighten children.

We had gone to our Church at Charlton Musgrove (Old Village) Nr Wincanton, taking with us the 6 year old daughter of a friend.

Half way through the service I became aware that the little girl was sobbing her heart out, so I asked her what the matter was. Her reply shocked me for she cried out tearfully, "I Dont want to die" I consoled her saying "Dont worry, - of course your not going to die" She replied to the effect that so many others had died during the service, and she didn't want to die too!

I then realised for the first time that all around the interior of the Church were carvings depicting the names of all the local men who had died in the service of their country!

She had misunderstood what it was all about, and thought the panels were listing people that had died during the (Church) service!

I can laugh about it now, but she took quite a bit of consoling!

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JillwithaJay replied on 08/12/2016 17:35

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Posted on 08/12/2016 17:35

They take things so literally don't they.

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cyberyacht replied on 08/12/2016 17:55

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Posted on 08/12/2016 17:55

We did have a visit from the paramedics a couple of Sundays back.

Bakers2 replied on 08/12/2016 19:09

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Posted on 08/12/2016 19:09

I grew up overlooking our village church, my mother still lives in the same house. Opposite our house and the other side of the cricket pitch was my school. If there was a funeral at home time we walked the other way, not past the church. I was a very inquisitive child and always asking questions . I kept asking questions about funerals and was told they were burying the body of someone who died. I accepted this, but one day when another ral was taking place I asked 'what do they do with the heads?' It was a while before the grown ups, my parents, Godmother and the vicar cottoned on. I kept being told they buried the body!!! Goes to show how logical a child's brain is. I can remember being about four or six at the time.