I picked this photo off the Facebook site. It struck me as a very touching sentiment, natures own War Memorial. Unlikely to be true, the bike looks like it belonged to a child not a young man ready to enlist. Nevertheless, it screams the sadness, of so many young boys who went off to war never to return. They left behind a part of who they were in toys,photos,football boots and keepsakes. A lonely and empty bedroom full of memories or a bike in a tree. Whether genuine and just wishing to be, they represent the same sadness and hurt.
If I came across this tree I would stop and salute and remember. “Lest We Forget”
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This same picture is the inspiration behind a children’s book by Berkeley Breathed. It’s titled, “Red Ranger Came Calling,” I think. He uses the photo as proof that Santa Claus is real, bringing a young boy staying with his Aunt on Vashon Island over the holidays during the Depression a little faith and wonder.
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