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This started as a Mastodon post, but quickly turned into something longer so I decided I ought to share this on my blog. I went down a rabbit hole last night & this morning. It started when I re-read my late grandfather's WWII memories (I try to do this every year on Remembrance Day or leading up to it, but don't always get there). (Quick aside: I'm glad I re-read it, because there are details in there that I either forgot or never noticed.) In the first few pages he described the march from Lansdowne Park to Union Station (in Ottawa) no November 4, 1940. It was a send-off he said was never seen before and probably never would be again. I figured there would be pictures, but there aren't very many. I found one, and I'll share it at the end of the post, but I didn't stop there. I was interested in looking up my grandfather on my Dad's side. I know his full name, so did a search. The first result was my great-grandfather. I never knew his name, even though I know my Dad did some…

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