The first time I saw this memorial in Salisbury Market Square was when I was visiting Salisbury, but I was unable to get any photographs of it due to construction work and a flea market that was on at the time. The next time I saw it the flea market got in the way, and the pics I then used were taken in the late afternoon with my phone. For some reason I am just not able to get decent images of this memorial! I will however try again as the construction that was going on at the square is finally finished. The building in the background is the Guildhall.
The Memorial was inaugurated on Sunday 12th February 1922 by Lieutenant T. E. Adlam V.C. It was dedicated by Revd W. R. F. Addison V.C. in the presence of the Bishop of Salisbury. The £2,500 memorial was manufactured from Portland stone and embellished with bronze and marble by Messrs H. H. Martyn & Company of Cheltenham.
The Google Earth Co-ordinates are 51.069393°, -1.794587°
Remembrance Day 2014.
The Wreath Laying would take place outside the Guildhall and at the War Memorial on the market square. Because of its placing I have always struggled to get decent images of the war memorial. Usually the sun rises behind it so any morning shots just don’t work, and then it gets really busy around here and there are gazillions of people around. I guess I have always been meaning to get better shots, but I never did.
Because of I was moving cities that day I arrived just as the column of old soldiers and servicemen and women were moving off and there were crowds lining the streets to see them go. Poppies (and puppies) abounded.
The crowd around the memorial was 5 deep in places, and security was everywhere. I have to admit that I was glad to see so many parents bringing their children along, and how many were wearing their poppies with pride.
And once the columns had arrived, the dignitaries came out of the Guildhall and joined the ceremony. It was not a long drawn out one, but the poignant call of The Last Post made everybody aware that we were here at a special time, and that there were no old soldiers from the First World War to join in.
When you go home
After the official wreaths were laid, and the soldiers and scouts marched off, it was time to approach the memorial and if need be pay our own tribute.
The memorial was bedecked with the familiar red and black wreaths that are used on these occasions. And there was a green poppy field to plant any poppy crosses on.
I laid a cross to represent my family members who had served, and for the friends that lost their lives in the border war. They are the ones I remember. Each of those small plywood crosses represents many things, but often it is tangible link between those today and those who never came back.
And then it was time to go, I had a train to catch and I would be leaving this city where I have lived for just under a year to start anew elsewhere. But I left a small part of me behind, and when I pass this way next weekend I shall stop and check on the memorial, and hopefully it will still be bright and filled with the reminders of those who went before.
DRW, © 2013-2021. Created 13/09/2013. Remembrance Day post created 09/11/2014. Moved to blog 06/03/2014. Moved to Musings 30/01/2021