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Newcastle 365: Week 8

I was born in Canada, and we lived there until I was nearly six years old. I don’t remember much of our time in Canada, but I do remember that once a year, everyone would wear little red flowers on their collars and coats. I remember my mother explaining the flowers to me–they were poppies, worn and displayed to remind us of soldiers who had died to keep us safe. I was too young to truly understand the weight of that explanation, but I loved to sit in my father’s lap and rub my fingers over the soft, velvety surface of the poppy pinned to his lapel.

I had forgotten about the poppies until they started appearing on the collars of people I passed in the market a few weeks ago. Someone hung a wreath from the pulpit at Church. Cadets stood on street corners, carrying boxes of poppy pins that you could claim for a small donation. This wasn’t just a one-day remembrance. This was weeks of poppies reminding us to be grateful, kind, and peaceful.

Yesterday was official observance of Remembrance Day. I proudly wore my own poppy pin–a lovely metal one I got from a soldier on Northumberland Street–and I sat in solemn silence with those around me when the 11th hour called for two minutes of reflection. I joined new friends at the Remembrance Day fireside last night, where we heard testimonies of the horrors of war, calls to peace, and poems honoring the dead. We listened to bugled notes of the Last Post. We remembered.

I have not witnessed war with my own eyes, but I am eternally grateful for those who have laid down their lives to keep my family safe and to protect our lives and liberties.

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

If you are a veteran, thank you



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Jess Friedman
Jess is a Canadian-American who’s always ready for the next adventure. She loves all things living, always has a million creative projects in progress, and polishes her nerd badge daily. She is passionate about helping families make and preserve treasured memories that strengthen bonds across generations. You can read more posts by Jess here.

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  1. Poppies are my absolute favorite flower, and I only recently learned about the connection between them and fallen soldiers and now I love them even more. That installation they’re doing in London is amazing!

    1. I agree! I would love to see it in person, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to London before the end of November, when they’re taking it down. I imagine it’s absolutely stunning in person.

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