There are many treasures in my home. Dishes from the reaches of time, sitting undisturbed in my china closet. Family photos and much much more.
There is one that came to me truly as a treasure. A prize finding its way back home so to speak.
Its journey begins on November 29, 1918 in the open fields of France. A pilot practicing communication with the ground. Sadly that day was his last. I have received different detail as to what happened, but basically it was a misjudgement with the throttle.
Now to November 29, 2009 it is funny how things work out. Ninety one years after the accident. I receive an email from a gentleman saying he had seen the memorial page that I had dedicated to the young man. His letter was short and sweet. My Grandmother has your Great Uncles dog tags. Being a careful internet user. I wrote back and asked this young man the 20 question, after I did some research. I really couldn’t under stand why they would have his dog tags. I was understanding that one was to remain with the body and one was to go his commander to indentify his body and to be sent on. The young man answered my questions to satisfaction and I then contacted his grandmother. The tags and been locked in her fathers lock box these past ninety some years. They had been looking for its home.
Kaye, as he was called by his family, was to have been married when he returned home. This of course never happened. So being his grand niece I felt this was a good home as any and they were sent to me. I have been given many more treasures concerning Kaye, but to me this is the one that should have never happened. Call it serendipity, I call it Gods hand working his wonders in the rhelm of men.
Happy Hunting! May your treasures be many!
note: Bi plane in Wordless Wednesday 08/17/2011 is believed to be his or what is left of his aircraft.