Archive of ‘Remembrance World Wars’ category

WWI 18pounder Field Artillery fired empty shell case

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Look at these gems of my latest treasure hunt for the Woohoocuties’ shop: a beautiful double inkwell, a bundle of vintage keys and empty WWI war shell cases and one of them real trench art! I can imagine, certainly with the shell cases that non- military people have no idea what a wonderful story the markings at the bottom tell! So I thought I’d better write about them so that in case you buy one, you know what to look for.

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We will remember them…

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Still accompanying my husband during his emergency stay, in a clinic situated in the region of the Montagnes Noires, a place known for its Cathar history and for the Resistance activity here during the Second World War, and of course being November, poppies pop up in my mind.

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An amazing piece of WW2 army gear an officer’s compass Armée Belge

IMG_3948 I inherited this brass army compass from my dad, in its original container marking: “ARMEE BELGE”, reserved for officers or any NCO-platoon commander. The compass itself bears the following letters and numbers engraved at the back: AB n°1/12104. It uses degrees. You can move the direction pointer to where you want to go, to get orientated. You’ll find it for sale in the Woo Hoo Cuties’ shop. Of course my mind wandered off to the history of compasses, its use, its origin.

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Vintage kitchenware utensil: 19th Century Bully Beef Can Opener

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One of the oldest models of can openers from England’s “bully beef”, this lovely Victorian cast iron can opener, from the 1860’s, in the shape of a bull’s head, produced up to the mid 1930’s, was originally made of cast iron and often painted red. The bull’s tail curls round, to form a handle. It is really a must for any kitchenalia collector.

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Antique vintage wood ammo box

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The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the Last Post plays its sound of sadness, vividly bringing back the memory of the suppressed agony of thousands with no escape from hell. Visions of hours of suffering, trenches filled with swollen bodies and black faces, comrades no more. (more…)