It is impossible to escape the fact that we are living in a period during which we are marking centenaries of events from the First World War by remembering. On a few occasions over the past year I have encountered the thought that remembering is something deeper than just thinking about someone or something. It is to make past events happen again in your mind. This involves bringing back together the fragments of memories to make a coherent narrative. In this way, remembering is the opposite of taking apart, or dismembering.
I’m a keen amateur genealogist and Wilfred Kibble is someone that I have encountered on the journey into my family history whose life was touched by the First World War. He is not the only one, but what I know of his story seems to have struck a chord with me. I have therefore decided to try and remember him in a more coherent way than I have managed so far. Some things I know already. Some things I know how to find out. There will be other things that I might be able to find out by digging deeper or casting the net wider. I won’t manage all of this in a single act of remembering. So here it is: Remembering Wilfred Kibble (in several acts).
Seeking the Truth; Guided by Love 