5/24/2023 0 Comments Remembrance poppy images“Ma’am,” he sent a charming smile my way, “that is a most important job.” Now I was truly humbled. I was, I explained, deep into cleaning and feeling a little harried. The poppy became the official Flower of Remembrance on July 5, 1921.Īs I faced these two young men at my door on Saturday, chagrined by my attitude when I first answered the door, I issued an apology for my curt response. Then following her example, the Great War Veteran’s Association in Canada, adopted the practice. Its significance as a symbol of remembrance began humbly when an American teacher, Moina Michael read In Flanders Fields and vowed to wear a poppy as a sign of remembrance.Īccording to the Legion’s website, it was a French woman, Madame Guerin, though who first began selling handmade poppies in 1920 to raise funds to help the children living in war-torn areas of her country. The poem was first published in December, 1915. A Canadian physician, McCrae penned this now famous verse after seeing his friend, a fellow soldier, killed the day before. Its story and the connection to war and conflict began with In Flanders Fields, a poem by Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, which describes the wild poppies that flowered among the crosses of the fallen in a region of Europe near Belgium. Representing the sacrifice of those who have fought for democracy, it’s a symbol we keep close to our hearts. ![]() All Canadians are asked to wear a poppy to honour those who gave their lives for freedom. It was the start of the annual Poppy campaign for Remembrance Day.Įvery year, the Legion honours its veterans, using the sale of poppies to support them and their families. They too had a mission on this particular Saturday. Then with teeth bared and eyes afire I stomped over to answer.Īnd there, with beaming smiles were two members of our local Cadets. First there was the snarl as my head turned sharply towards the offending noise. Intent on my labours Saturday I reacted initially with all of the charm of a crazed animal to the sound of knocking at my front door. Since I’m a relatively civilized person, for them I must force a smile. Occasionally, though, there are those unaware of the rules. Family knows, it’s best to stay out of my way. Interruptions, therefore, are met with something just short of hostility. In this scenario I am a woman on a mission, focussed on the job and driven to complete, with perfection, but in record time. When this happens I throw myself into the task, find the zone to the accompaniment of some great oldies played at full volume, and eschew distractions. ![]() Avoidance is practised at every opportunity, but too often there’s no way to get out of it. After a long week at work this drudgery is tackled grudgingly on the weekends. ![]() Which unfortunately meant there was no excuse for not getting to the housework. Too cold and too damp to face the tasks of packing away the outdoor furniture and raking the lawn, the weather promised me a day inside. It also provided the perfect excuse for avoiding the autumn yardwork and cleanup. This past Saturday dawned dark and dreary, a perfect scenario for a lazy start to a day.
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