Passchendaele was a word I grew up with because that was where my grandmother’s favourite brother died. My grandmother’s been gone from this world herself now for more than 50 years, but I can see her plainly in my mind’s eye, sitting in her rocking chair in her little fibro housing commission cottage at Glendale, … Continue reading Uncle Jack Allsopp’s walk-on part at the Battle of Passchendaele.