Homeschooling On Remembrance Day
In elementary school, the one thing that always stood out for me on Remembrance Day, was reciting John McCrae's poem, In Flanders Fields. The poem, plus the iconic Heritage Minute, are forever imprinted in my mind.
This morning, Gretchen and I read the poem together and watched the video. Then we painted poppies together with watercolours. In light of what has happened this week, it seems even more important to remember why we have the freedoms we have right now and what it's like for those who don't.
Years ago, when we were still living in Peterborough, my backyard was filled with poppies. Each summer they would blossom in the most spectacular display of red and orange.
Over the summer, Rich had a chance to shoot a WWI documentary with a group in France and Belgium. The doc will air today and he gets goosebumps just thinking about visiting each of those battlegrounds. I can't wait to watch the documentary and if it's ever available online I'll be sure to share it here as well.
This morning Rich is covering the Remembrance Day ceremonies in Port Hope for the broadcaster he used to be with before we started Kitz & Co. which means he's at the cenotaph shooting video which he'll edit for this evening's program. I'm always so proud of him for being involved in things like this and I know he'll do our veterans justice.
At 11am, Gretchen and I will take a moment of silence. And recite the poem once more.
Thank you to everyone then and now who have sacrificed so much for our country and others. We won't forget.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.