Lilacs...they were my grandfather's favorite flower. Every spring their scent fills the air with this wonderful aroma that just takes me back to a time and place with a wonderful man, my grandfather.
They say, at a funeral, the people that show up are a testimonial to ones' life. My grandfather was the Deputy Fire Chief in Nepean when he passed away he was at the OLD Number 12 fire station in Ottawa. He died doing what he did for a living...fighting a fire in 1968. Firefighters were lined up for blocks to get into the funeral home at Tubman's on Richmond Road in Ottawa. They had to open three parlours that were all joined to accommodate people that came.
Firefighters from all over Canada and the USA came to pay respects, he went to resting place on top of a fire truck. My father was taken aback when a missing man flypast was done for his father. He was not a tall man, he was very quiet spoken and he was one of the ones who was instrumental in the Toy Parade in Nepean back in the "dirty thirties".
He had five children, my dad was the oldest became a Mountie and his youngest son became the Fire Chief of Kanata until his death. The second oldest son and his two daughters are still alive.
I have his cap badge which has been turned into a necklace and a pair of his buttons off his uniform as earings.
Allen Hilton Snider was born April 9, 1911 and he died March 6, 1968. I was 8 days away from celebrating my 12 birthday with him.
Lilacs remind me of him and make me smile :-)
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