Remembrance Day 2019 activities

Description

Music and reading of In Flanders Fields, plus a WWI exhibition display and permanent tribute to Dr. John McCrae

Lest we forget

On November 11, all MUHC staff are invited to take a moment to remember the men and women who died in the line of duty in the name of our freedom. At the Glen site and Montreal General Hospital, In Flanders Fields will be read by Joanne MacPhail and Dr. Andrew Beckett respectively. This iconic war poem has come to define Canadian history, and was written by Royal Victoria and Montreal General Hospital physician, Dr. John McCrae. Read poem below.

 

Montreal General Hospital:

10:50 a.m. – Piper begins at 6th floor Livingston Hall and walks towards the Cedar Avenue entrance

10:58 a.m. – Speaker: Margaret Suttie, Community historian and retired MGH nurse

11 a.m.  – Minute of Silence

11:01 a.m. – Poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’ read by Major Andrew Beckett, Trauma Surgeon, Royal Canadian Medical Services, Trauma Advisor to the Surgeon General of Canada, General and Trauma Surgeon, MGH-MUHC

 

Glen site:

10:50 a.m. – Black Watch Piper begins at the north RC entrance of the Montreal Children's Hospital and walks the Atrium towards the RVH, and then towards the top of the stairs of the Cafeteria.

10:58 a.m. – At the base of the cafeteria stairs Speaker: Richard Cruess, CC OQ FRSC, Canadian orthopaedic surgeon and academic

11 a.m.  – Minute of Silence

11:01 a.m. – Poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’ read by Joanne MacPhail, Community volunteer and retired RVH administrator

 

WWI items from the hospitals' collection and artefacts borrowed from other collections will be on display at the McConnell Resource Centre at the Glen site, and In Peacock Alley at the MGH.

 

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.