Grandad Brattle, remembering you this weekend, the 100 year anniversary of the day the guns finally fell silent. We are thankful you made it home, even though you weren't quite in one piece, but you were alive and were able to live an adventure filled life and lived to meet your great-grandchildren. With love always.

I remember visiting Walter (my great grandfather) as a child when he was elderly and living his final days in a Wellington Resthome in the mid 1970's. He was very frail and almost blind, but one day I wore a bright, pink rainjacket and he could clearly see it! He always thought my name was 'Walterline' and named after him as this is what my Mum told him (his maternal granddaughter). I shared a birthday with Walter, being November 2 but I'm not sure of the year of his birth. He had four girls I believe, and his youngest, Joyce Walterline Brattle was my grandmother who went on to have three daughters (my Mum Jean Bramley being the youngest) and five sons. One son died as he was born severely disabled. As far as I am aware, Walter's grandson Ray has all his grandfather's service medals and lives in Cambridge, proudly wearing them each year at ANZAC day commemorations.