They Shall Grow Not
Old
By Michael J
Morris
Rotary
Park in the very heart of Cranbrook's downtown core has been one of my favourite
places in the city ever since I arrived here 24 years ago just about
now.
Over the years I have often
stopped there to rest when on a walkabout of that part of the city, but this
time I had a special reason for a visit. The cenotaph and Wall of Honour are
located there, and for me it was the place to go and spend a few moments in
quiet reflection on a long ago incident that affected me and my family and the
lives we have led.
Seventy years ago, on July
16, 1943, a Wellington bomber took off from an air force base in England. It was
to be a short height test flight around the airfield only.
The last entry in the pilot's log book written later by the squadron's wing commander was, "Aircraft exploded in air."
The usual telegram was sent by the war office, expressing regret that Flying Officer James E. Morris, my father, was killed while on active service in the Royal Canadian Air Force, July 16,1943. Similar messages would have been sent to the families of my father's crew who were on the flight with him. The crew members were five Canadian boys, from Ontario, Alberta and Saskatchewan, brought together because of Canada's participation in World War II.
Upon arriving at Rotary
Park, I stopped at the cenotaph located in about the exact middle of the park,
and read the inscription: "To the honour and memory of OUR BOYS from Cranbrook
district who gave themselves for liberty." Every one of those inscribed on the
cenotaph, like me, had a family and friends, and I shared a moment with
them.
I headed over to the Wall of
Honour, a project spearheaded by the Cranbrook Firefighters and Branch Number 24
of the Royal Canadian Legion where the names of those who served their country
in the Boer War, World War I, World War II and Korea are inscribed.
As I stood looking at the
wall with the Canadian Ensign, Maple Leaf and Union Jack flags fluttering above
me, I thought what a truly amazing project it was to have undertaken and to all
those who made it a reality -- thank you.
On the other side of the
Wall of Honour is a mural entitled Valour Remembered and a plaque says it was
done as a Millenneum Project from the time Cranbrook and district had people
involved in the Boer war in 1900 to 2000. The mural was painted by the
distinguished internationally acclaimed Canadian artist Joseph Cross, who lives
in Cranbrook.
The latest addition to the
site is a Garden of Remembrance opened in June 2011.
I sat down on a park bench
for some reflection.
Although I didn't know it at the
time, July 16, 1943, was destined to be the most significant turning point in my
life, and I wasn't even two years old when my father's plane exploded in air and
crashed over the English countryside during World War II. In fact, that date had a profound
effect on my entire family. Nobody was ever quite the same again. Of course, in
1943, I wasn't really aware of what life was like for my mother, Muriel E.
(Hunt) Morris, my grandparents Harry and Lil Morris and George and Edith Hunt,
my father's sister Marion, and the close relationship they all
had.
My grandmother Hunt was in
England at the time working as a war nurse and my father had visited her the
weekend before he was killed. She attended his funeral and burial in Ripon
Cemetery, Yorkshire, England. Grandpa Hunt was with us in
Chapleau.
My father, like so many who joined Canada's armed forces during World War II was an ordinary Canadian from a small town, in his case, Chapleau, Ontario where he was born and raised, called upon to perform the exceptional. There was absolutely no doubt in their minds whatsoever that it was the right thing for them to do. I am sure there are many here in Cranbrook who felt the same way.
After his death, The Evening Telegram of Toronto reported that my father took to flying in his early teens and became associated with several of Canada's early bush pilots who were operating in the Chapleau area. Actually he was going down to the waterfront and getting rides and learning to fly planes, thinking that my grandmother didn't know what was going on. But she did. Mothers always know!
In 1940 my father enlisted in the RCAF at Moncton, New Brunswick. He became a flying instructor and was posted to No. 10 Elementary Flying Training School at Mount Hope. He was among the first instructors in the Commonwealth Air Training Plan. In 1942 he went overseas.
On November 11, Remembrance Day,
we pause for a moment, and for some of us, for much more than a moment, to
remember all those who died in war. For those of us affected so profoundly by
war, we live with a day of remembrance each day of our lives.
My mother who likely never missed a Remembrance Day service, once told me that "Every day is remembrance day." I thought of my mother's words before I headed off to Rotary Park and knew it was the right thing to do.
My mother who likely never missed a Remembrance Day service, once told me that "Every day is remembrance day." I thought of my mother's words before I headed off to Rotary Park and knew it was the right thing to do.
Stephen Hayter, the
executive director, of the Commonwealth Air Training Plan Museum in Brandon,
Manitoba, has agreed to include my father's RCAF material in a display
there.
In an email to me, Mr. Hayter
wrote: "It is your father's story that we wish to preserve for future
generations...Your
father's name is also listed in our memorial book They Shall Grow Not
Old which also states that he was part of #432 Leaside Squadron (Saevitir Ad
Lucem), and that his Wellington aircraft #JA 119 crashed one and one half miles
west of Malton, Yorkshire."
As I was leaving the park I
noticed another plaque in memory of Soren Johnson, a horticulturist who was
instrumental in tree selection for Cranbrook Rotary Club in 1928 that created
the beautiful urban forest in the downtown core.
What a beautiful place it is
and what visionaries the members of the 1928 Rotary Club were to create it. And
thanks to Cranbrook Firefighters, Branch Number 24 of the Royal Canadian Legion
and all the rest who were involved in creating the Wall of
Honour.
They shall grow not old, not at all, for you will
always remember yours as I remember mine. My email is
mj.morris@live.ca
Full disclosure: I am not now and never have been a member of the Citizens for a Livable Cranbrook Society; however, I did conduct a workshop for its members for which I was paid.
Michael, thanks for sharing the story, and your personal reflections.
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