It’s fascinated me why I’m so attached to a 40yr old bedspread with a poppy design? Now that I’m decluttering my place I’ve discovered I’m still not ready to let it go. Looking at pics of fields of poppies I remembered why I hold such reverence for them apart from the rememberance of war sacrifices. When my family was permitted to leave Romania at the end of WWII Â with just the clothes on our backs as Greek refugees to go to our country of origin, Â I was 4yrs. When we landed my mother took my younger brother and me to a magical hill full of hundreds of paparunes (poppies) which impressed me immensely. At 6yrs old we came to Australia and whenever I saw remembrance poppies on lapels I didn’t now why it made my heart warm and fuzzy. Â At 30yrs my poppy bedspread came into my life giving me the same lovely feeling. So now as it has memories and purpose it will stay with me all my life.