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Rememberence Day

Lest we forget. How many times have we said that? Tomorrow is Remembrance day for Canada and Veteran’s Day for the USA.  Other than the two minutes of silence required at 11:00 AM… How deep do you REALLY think about it? The day and time mark the end of World War 2. It is a day to remember all wars and all that fought both on the battlegrounds and those that held down the home front.

I am not sure exactly how many years ago it was that I had the chance to visit Normandy, France with Steve and our good friends Debbie and John MacRae (RIP).  We were there on business but we took plenty of time to do some sightseeing. We were especially interested in seeing Normandy beach and memorials of WWII.

We visited a cemetery called Beny-Sur-Mer Canadian War Cemetery where a total of 2,028 Canadian soldiers are laid to rest. The photo above is how it looked originally…below is how it looks now.

It is by far, one of the most moving things I have ever seen in my life. The graves seem to go on forever in perfectly manicured rows of gardens. These gardens are beautiful and are obviously cared for on a very regular basis. I was reading the names and noticing how old…or rather…how young these soldiers were.

I had a bit of a breakdown when on one stone it gave the young soldier’s name along with his death date. This particular young soldier was onLY 18 years old and died on July 31st ….my son was turning 18 on July 31 that year. It sure put things into perspective for me. My heart ached for this soldier AND for his mother and father. Even now as I write this it is with a heavy heart and my eyes brimming with tears.

On this particular day at Beny-Sur, a bus pulled up to the monument at the main entrance. We were shocked to see the number of people pouring out of the bus all to pay homage to the fallen soldiers. They had Canadian flags in their strapped on leather flag carriers. These people called themselves Friends of Canadians and pay their respects regularly. They had wreaths in hand and then came the bagpipes. The bagpipes make me cry at the Santa Claus parade,…you can imagine how I felt hearing them blare… for all of the young men that gave their lives. I will never forget the images I saw that day.

I am sure many of you have your own family war stories passed down through generations. I was born in Scotland just outside of Glasgow. My mom was from Clydebank. For a period of time, my grandfather was an electrician at John Brown’s shipyard.

I am actually lucky to have been born for my mom almost died during the Clydebank Blitz. On March 13th and 14th 1941 Clydebank was the target of the most intense Luftwaffe bombing raids of World War II. Both nights over 200 German bombers attacked Clydebank trying to destroy naval and shipbuilding targets.  The photo above shows a family leaving Clydebank in search of somewhere else to live.

Ben Wicks; a Toronto-born writer wrote a book that I read many years ago called No Time to Wave Goodbye. In it, he wrote about the blitz and mentioned the Mcdonald family who lost 11 members of their family. I asked my grandmother about this and she remembered the family. 1,100 people died during that blitz. My grandparents and mom were lucky survivors! Their home was bombed and my mom was lost for a period of time in the rubble. 



We have all heard about the dreaded Western Union Telegrams…


It has not gone unnoticed that women played an important role in the war.

Organizations such as the Women’s Timber Corps were created in WWII. Women took over to work in forestry when the men went off to war. Women who joined the WTC were commonly known as Lumber Jills. I’d say these women were the original ‘tough mudders’!

New jobs were created too as part of the war effort, for example in munitions factories.

Women weren’t just working on the homefront…Approximately 350,000 American women joined the military during the Second World War. They worked as nurses, drove trucks, repaired airplanes, and performed clerical work. Some were killed in combat or captured as prisoners of war. Over sixteen hundred female nurses received various decorations for courage under fire.

There are even happy ever after stories that came out of the war…for instance…

Geddy Lee – lead singer of RUSH

Geddy Lee’s parents Manya and Morris were born and raised in  Starachowice, Poland and knew each other before the war. When the Nazis invaded Poland, they were both sent to Auschwitz before being split up – Manya went to Bergen-Belsen and Morris went to Dachau.

Somehow, they survived and when the camps were liberated, they found each other once again. Morris and Manya got married at the Bergen-Belsen Displaced Persons Camp and then emigrated to Toronto, where Geddy (born Gary Lee Weinrib), his older sister and younger brother were born. The Weinrib children were never shielded from their parents’ past but rather were openly told what happened and how it must never happen again. Morris died in 1965 due to medical problems that arose from his imprisonment. Geddy was 12 years old.

Two years ago Steve and I were walking downtown on the evening of Nov 11th. We stopped at the War Memorial on Brant Street. I love this bronze statue. It is a Canadian soldier from the First World War. The monument lists the names of Burlington residents that lost their lives during various wars. Peacekeepers are also recognized on the base of the monument. While we were there an elderly war veteran showed up with a wreath to lay at the base of the monument. I asked him if he attended the ceremony during the day. He explained to us that it is too emotional for him to attend and he prefers to remember on his own in the quiet of the evening. He was just the sweetest old man…Steve (of course) peppered him with questions which he answered in his shaky little voice. I went home that night and cried.

This post all started because I wanted to be sure I was wearing my poppy correctly. I heard that women are meant to wear their poppy on the right as you would a brooch (PS…the Queen wears her’s on her right side) and men should wear theirs on their left, over their heart. It has been said that the poppy’s colour symbolizes the blood loss of those that gave their lives. The black symbolizes the mourning of those whose loved ones never returned home. The tip of the green leaf (if your poppy has one) should be positioned at 11:00 to represent the ending of the war.

Well, it turns out the poppy is red because it is the colour of the poppies in Flanders Field…and ladies, you can wear your poppy on either side…as long as you wear one…Lest we forget.


by John McCrae

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.


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    Steve Duffield
    November 10, 2019 at 6:08 PM

    Brought tears to my eyes.The Canadian cemetery in Normandy is absolutely beautiful. It is too bad we don’t take care of our war cemetery’s like they do. One of the most moving experiences of my life, other than the birth of our 3 kids.
    Don’t remember the boys birth, guess I was drinking.

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      November 11, 2019 at 8:06 AM

      Omgosh…you are such an idiot!
      But you made me laugh!!!

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    marion hunter
    November 10, 2019 at 6:23 PM

    This is just a wonderful piece Marion. Thank you. The photos are priceless and appreciated.
    We will not forget.
    I Bless my brave uncles and continue to be ever so grateful, especially with all that’s around us even now in this world.

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      November 11, 2019 at 8:04 AM

      Especially now!!! I read that poppy sales are on the rise. I think Remembrance Day is becoming more recognized because of what IS going on around the world today. Thank you, Marion, for your compliment.

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    Debra MacRae
    November 10, 2019 at 8:23 PM

    Oh Marion. What a beautiful
    Homage to November 11. I remember that trip well and it was so emotional. It was more real to me than it had ever been. thank you for this post. Well done

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      November 11, 2019 at 7:59 AM

      ahhhh Deb….I don’t even know what to say to this. I miss John…and have nobody to speak whale to.

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    Suzanne Colasimone
    November 10, 2019 at 8:26 PM

    That was beautiful Mare!! Ray’s Father Henri fought in the Second World War and his life was forever changed. His birthday was November 8th and he always loved to celebrate with his family. He would be 97 years old. It is a great honour for us to celebrate him and all the courageous men and women who fought for our freedom. I proudly wear my poppy over my heart ? in tribute.

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      November 11, 2019 at 7:57 AM

      Thank you, Sue…and I thank Ray’s father. I am sure he looks down on this day with great pride.
      Where would we be without his and all the other men and women’s bravery?
      I am going to a service this morning and I’ll be sure to say an extra thanks to Henri. xo

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    Janet Messere
    November 11, 2019 at 7:33 AM

    What a beautiful, heartfelt tribute Marion!
    To all the heroes, men and women that risked their lives for of all of us!! ????
    “Lest we forget!” Amen ? ????

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      November 11, 2019 at 7:49 AM

      Thank you, Janet. We are going to a service at the club today. xo

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    Mary Pizzillo Peterson
    November 11, 2019 at 8:01 AM

    Beautiful post Marion! My dad trained soldiers here in the U.S. He enlisted when he was 17 by forging his birth certificate. He would be 93 today! ❤️

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      November 11, 2019 at 4:55 PM

      WOW, Mary!!! That is incredible. I was watching a documentary on WWII and it is amazing how many young men DID forge their birth certificates in order to fight. I am sure he is watching all of the memorials taking place today with great pride. I hope you were able to go to the Veterans ceremony this afternoon. I went to the Remembrance Day ceremony this morning. It was very touching….and of course, I cried when the bagpipes played.

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    Ellen Rodgers
    November 11, 2019 at 9:24 AM

    Beautiful Marion! Remembrance Day is the most important day of the year for me. So many of my family members served in the Military, and fought in both WW1 and WW2. I think of them often, with so much pride! Xo

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      November 11, 2019 at 4:50 PM

      Thanks, Ellen. I have seen all your posts!! You SHOULD be proud of those that served in WW1 all the way through to Rene!!!
      You have an incredible family. xox

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    Val cater
    November 11, 2019 at 10:52 AM

    A touching, tearful reminder to all Mare. November 11 is not just a Day to remember, it’s a Lifetime to remember ?

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      November 11, 2019 at 4:48 PM

      Thank you Val…it is definitely a lifetime!

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    Mary Ferguson - Allan
    November 11, 2019 at 12:51 PM

    A beautiful tribute to many thousands Marion. The photo of the family walking through the bombed out buildings is Granville St. Clydebank and you can see what is left of the house we lived in. All that was left is the chimney stacks. Glad I do not remember any of this but your Gran and Grandpa sure did.

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      November 11, 2019 at 4:48 PM

      Amazing you even survived. I googled so many pictures of it the blitz. Insane.

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    Susan Sgro
    November 11, 2019 at 10:37 PM

    Beautiful tribute Marion….thank you ?

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      November 15, 2019 at 12:29 PM

      Thank you, Susan, for stopping by. I am glad you enjoyed the post.

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    Mary Lynn
    November 13, 2019 at 9:48 AM

    Absolutely beautiful Marion…well said for all of us, we are so fortunate.??

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      November 15, 2019 at 12:29 PM

      Thank you, ML. We are all so fortunate.

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    Betty King
    November 15, 2019 at 1:16 PM

    Hi Marion. Just read your beautiful piece on Rememberance Day. Thank you. Your meeting with the elderly gentleman in Burlington brought tears to my eyes. We should never forget !!

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