not much about him
known and by implication
not much worth knowing
I asked Joyce who he was.
She was dismissive.
It was an unfortunate younger son, she said.
Killed in the war.
Not much known about him and, by implication, not much worth knowing.
Rather in the same way that being told not to laugh makes you laugh more, her dismissal of this mysterious young man piqued my curiosity.
Years later, in 2008, I came across his name again while I was working on a documentary about the last day of the First World War.
It was on the wall of another war memorial, this time in one of the Somme battlefields.
Just a name, not a grave.
H. W. B. Palin.
One of many thousands ‘Known Only Unto God’.
From the preface to Great-Uncle Harry: A Tale of War and Empire by Michael Palin.
Yes, theeeee Michael Palin.
Not much known about him and, by implication, not much worth knowing.
My Wife and I had to make the drive from our home in Bluffton to the big city of Charleston, SC.
Along the way we passed an abandoned frame church.
Not more that 50 feet long but with a front stoop and steeple and boarded up windows.
The type of wooden frame building that is starting to balloon out on the side as its roof squashes the place flat.
The walls are holding on by old prayers I guess.
Who knows the stories of this building.
The weddings.
The funerals.
The church board fights.
The drama.
The sweet moments.
The Christmas programs.
The Easter Sermons.
The Final service at the building.
Not much known about the place and, by implication, not much worth knowing.
But a lot of life was lived in there.

