......and how does 'relative' become someone with a rightful voice ? especially if not all of the 'relatives' agree.
Case in point; my g.g Uncle Angus died at Ypres. He was the one who said that he was an agriculturalist not a horticulturalist; he liked to eat what he grew ......and all I know otherwise of him was that he came home on leave and his kilt was full of lice, and his hose and shirts and boots were in tatters. His sisters knitted and sewed, and his Mother and Grandmother steamed his uniform to kill the lice and eggs, and then he went back to the front and (they think) he was gassed and died and was buried there.
His siblings had nearly 70 children between them, their children had children, and so on down to my children's generation. Living there are four generations .....who decides to bring him home ? The eldest family member believes he should lie where he is with his fellow soldiers, like his own friends and cousins do from the next WW.....yet the next generation down thought that he should be brought home and put into one of the family lairs.
I'm keeping well out of it.
Now multiply that across the Empire, then take it back a giant step or two, and look at the Roman empire, the Greek one.
On the whole I'm of the mind that where they were laid, if it's decent and not confrontational, let them lie in peace.
Just my tuppence ha'penny worth.
M
Case in point; my g.g Uncle Angus died at Ypres. He was the one who said that he was an agriculturalist not a horticulturalist; he liked to eat what he grew ......and all I know otherwise of him was that he came home on leave and his kilt was full of lice, and his hose and shirts and boots were in tatters. His sisters knitted and sewed, and his Mother and Grandmother steamed his uniform to kill the lice and eggs, and then he went back to the front and (they think) he was gassed and died and was buried there.
His siblings had nearly 70 children between them, their children had children, and so on down to my children's generation. Living there are four generations .....who decides to bring him home ? The eldest family member believes he should lie where he is with his fellow soldiers, like his own friends and cousins do from the next WW.....yet the next generation down thought that he should be brought home and put into one of the family lairs.
I'm keeping well out of it.
Now multiply that across the Empire, then take it back a giant step or two, and look at the Roman empire, the Greek one.
On the whole I'm of the mind that where they were laid, if it's decent and not confrontational, let them lie in peace.
Just my tuppence ha'penny worth.
M