Little things do mean such a lot.
Not only do I have Gran Sarah's wedding certificate, but also her passport.
She travelled a lot in Belgium just before WW1 and made quite a few friends over there. I can't imagine what it must have been like when war broke out. What ever, once she could get back she got out this new passport and was over there again. I have lots of brochures, restaurant bills and hotel cards from her trips. The prize of the collection is just a torn off piece of paper. You know the sort, ladies, the kind that is 'always at the bottom of your handbag.'
I can just imagine her, having a rummage, bringing out this piece of paper, and scribbling down a copy of the 'Notice from Lord French, at the Cloth Hall, Ypres.' A moment in time, brought to me in an old lady's handwriting.