My grandfather had fought in the Great War and my uncle, father's elder brother, was a Marine in WW11. He and his family emigrated to Australia as 'ten pound Poms' in the 50s.
His youngest, born there, treasured military mementos handed down and I remember being impressed at the significance they all placed on ANZAC Day. His son, from a very early age, joined the procession, proudly carrying medals and badges on a small padded cushion.
All this for father, grandfather and great grandfather, none of whom they had ever met, on the other side of the world.
Not really a scam or fraud, but I wasn't sure where else to put it.
Baby sweater made from my stash
Things most have now that we didn’t have


