It was a bright October day in 1999 when I travelled to France, with 5 family members, including my late gran who was 83 at the time. The journey was special because we were visiting my great-grandfather’s grave where he’d been buried in 1916.
Accidentally killed during WWI, more than eighty years had passed before Henry James Weaver
(1882-1916) finally had a relative visit his graveside. It had been my gran’s life-long ambition to see where her father was buried, a father she’d never known and who had died 10 days before she was born.
Henry is buried in grave I.A.10. at Merville Communal Cemetery Extension and pictures from the visit
can be seen in my website gallery.
The note attached to the poppy wreath which my gran laid at the graveside
[Why Those Places Thursday? This phrase has been included in the title in order to take part in Daily Blogging Prompts at Geneabloggers]