Recently we went to Canberra and enjoyed a emotive journey through The War Memorial.
The friends we went with had a story to resolve, Jenny said her Grandfather should be on the memorial wall but she didn’t know where. We passed a man sitting on a stool in front of a computer terminal, he was elderly, at first we thought he was just sitting down resting, but the computers had a sign saying search your family history.
So there it began, Jenny said she wondered if she could find her Grandfather. The elderly gentleman said ‘Can you drive this machine?’ Jenny said yes. He asked, ‘How old would your Grandfather be now?’ She made an estimated guess, about 100. He sat her down and said go to this part, click on that. Then put in his name (that’s all she knew). Go to this bit and click on that. We found his full name and battalion and his number. From then it went on. We’d found her Grandfather and walked away with 15 or so printed up sheets about him, his time in the war, that he returned home and even where he lived and matched up his occupation.
Jenny was thrilled, and so was I. She couldn’t wait to get on the phone to tell her brother.