Remembrance Day 2020 Poppy Day Lest We Forget.♥️

Remembrance Day 2020

Lest We Forget.♥️

They gave their lives so that we could enjoy our freedom. On the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month, we will remember you."

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvelously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colors of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended …


~ The Dead by Rupert Brooke

AND ON MY WAY HOME THIS EVENING ♥️

Well, sometimes something brilliantly beautiful stops you in your tracks.
On my way home this evening, I came upon this beautiful display of Remembrance Day at the Old Clock in Kemptville.
Even though Remembrance Day was different this year, this blanket of vibrant red poppies, each one handcrafted by someone who didn't forget, will forever remain with me.
Thank you to Leeds Grenville Fibre Extravaganza.
We will remember them.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

NO WHITE PEAKS  BY PETER KAYNE 

READ BY PETER CUSHING

*** Wear the Poppy on Your Heart ***

This evening I was quite taken by surprise when I discovered on the Remembrance Day banner I posted to Flickr a link to the “Casualty Details of Thomas Stanley Shackleton.”
Stanley was my mother-in –law’s brother and my husband’s uncle whom he was named after. It wasn’t long before Stan received from his mother his uncle’s memorial with all of his medals he was commemorated. But even though we had this in our belongings I never searched for more, other than being just content in remembering a young fellow who gave his life for our freedom and who was a part of Stan’s family. But tonight that changed when Norman( Shipcompass) http://www.flickr.com/photos/glosters/
found it in his heart to locate and retrieve information on Stan…just one more soldier...a soldier some of us knew.

This is the link Norman left me.

http://www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=2232659


Tomorrow wear a poppy on your heart…



.....And remember


“The poppy should be worn as close to the heart as possible on the left lapel of the outermost garment”

“An old poppy should never be reused.”

“Poppy’s found lying on the ground should be placed in a cemetery or at the foot of a war monument.”


“The poppy, a symbol of remembrance for those killed in combat, raises $16.5 million annually. This is a testament to Canadians and their wide respect for our troops. All poppy money collected by a Legion branch stays within that local community and pays for medical equipment, home services and long-term care facilities for ex-service people in need of financial assistance.”


“The average donation for a poppy is a loonie.”

Information and picture..... The Salvation Army

site...http://www.salvationarmy.ca/tag/canada/






*** In Flanders Fields ***

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

Below is the link to the site that brings to light how the poem was written...

http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/flanders.htm