#46 BARB'S RELECTIVE 150-WINNIPEG AND ITS RECORD MAPLE LEAF

Winnipeg is well known as the city in the middle of Canada. Manitoba can be considered west and east depending on where one lives. Winnipeg home of the Winnipeg Ballet and many other wonderful entertainment venues. On Canada Day, however, at Portage and Main, many people gathered to create the largest maple leaf- thousands. What a fun and unique way to celebrate the 150!!
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NOVEMBER CANADIAN IMAGES

The Maple Leaf forever!

Pumpkins did their thing for Thanksgiving and Halloween. Time to carve some for the seeds and the pulp. Makes great pies and other baked goods.

Tomatoes to put in the freezer.

Cranberries for sauce, baking or for use in crafts.

A church window offers hope.

A quilt of remembrance and honour. Don't you just love all the Canadian flags, poppies and maple leaves. Even little Moose and Reindeer.  Canadian images abound everywhere.

OH CANADA-GLORIOUS AND FREE

It will take more than acts of terrorism to change our great nation. Canadians coast to coast go about their days to make the Canada the nation it is-loving their families, working, helping their neighbours and mostly believing in peace. Our ancestors fought in wars to bring the life and peace we have today. I am sad that members of our Armed Forces lost their lives in these recent events. Mostly I am angry that there are beliefs in the world that have no respect for human life. Let all Canadians and people of the world pray, work and continue to believe in bringing better lives to all through good health care, education, housing and opportunities to work and put food on the table for families- love of life. Like Prime Minister Harper said- we will not be intimidated. Nor should you!

The Maple Leaf forever!

THE MAPLE LEAF FOREVER-HOW CANADIAN EH!

The Maple Leaf is a Canadian symbol for a reason. There are several varieties of this beautiful tree-the sugar maple as the sap is used to make our wonderful Maple Syrup. The wood is used in a variety of furniture and woodworking activities. In the Fall the maple trees are vibrant with the range of colours. In a forest or woodlot, they stand out in all their glory. Children collect the leaves for school projects as well as adults often pick one up and put in a favourite book to dry and press. On our flag it stands out! Even an old Canadian song- The Maple Leaf Forever- can still be heard!

THE MAPLE LEAF

For Canadians, the maple leaf has become symbolic of our nation. It's on our flag. It come from maple trees. There are a variety of these decidious ones that  grow across the country. One variety even make a delicious syrup. Hardy, changes colour in the Fall and rejuvenates in the Spring with beautiful green foilage. Its' seeds blow in the wind and make numerous new trees everywhere. Sometimes in our gardens where we do not want any new ones. No wonder it is indicative of our nation!

WAS I WORTH THEIR SACRIFICE? CASSINO WAR CEMETERY

I wrote this story several months after visiting Adolph's home in Italy in August, 1991. I tried to have it published but to no avail. Here is my recollection.

Sometimes it takes a trip abroad to discover a Canadian sense of self. While touring the local sites in my husband's hometown of Cassino, Italy, south of Rome last summer we visited the three war cemeteries in the area. They are entitled the Polish, The German and the English cemeteries.

During World War 2, the Germans had established two main lines of defense- the Gustav and Hitler lines to check the allies from advancing to Rome. During April and May 1944, there was major fighting in the area culminating with the bombing of the Benedictine Monastery on Monte Cassino. It was imperative to secure that location as it had a strategic vantage point overlooking the Liri Valley. Once captured it allowed the Allies an open road to Rome. On May 16, 1944 the First Canadian Corps received orders to advance on the Hitler line 6 miles up the Valley. The attack began May 23; Frosinone, the capital of the region was occupied by May 31. The Canadian campaign came to an end in the area as the Allies advanced to liberate Rome.

As we visited each cemetery, we noted the varying locations. The Polish cemetery is located near the Abbey where they had secured the Cassino position and the Monastery on May 18, 1944. The Polish General who died several years after the War requested to be buried with his troops. The German cemetery is located in the Valley with triple graves of soldiers as there were just too many to bury. Rows and rows of young men, which makes it difficult to picture them as an enemy now.

Our last visit was the English Cemetery or really the British Commonwealth one. Walking into the cemetery, I read the signs, inscribed on the two walls at the entrance which state,

"WITHIN THIS CEMETERY STAND MONUMENTS WHICH BEAR THE NAMES OF THE SOLDIERS OF THE BRITISH COMMONWEALTH AND EMPIRE WHO FELL IN ASSAULTS UPON THE SHORES OF SICILY AND ITALY OR IN LATER BATTLES TO FREE ITALIAN SOIL AND TO WHOM THE FORTUNE OF WAR DENIED A KNOWN AND HONOURED GRAVE. AROUND THEM ARE THE GRAVES OF THEIR COMRADES WHO DIED FIGHTING IN THESE PARTS TO OPEN THE WAY TO ROME AND THE NORTH."

The other wall bears this inscription, " THE LAND ON WHICH THIS CEMETERY STANDS IS THE GIFT OF THE ITALIAN PEOPLE FOR THE PERPETUAL RESTING PLACE OF THE SAILORS, SOLDIERS AND AIRMEN WHO ARE HONOURED HERE."

The Canadian section was quite large and distinguishable by the Maple Leaf adorning the top of each stone. It is one small cemetery of many in 74 countries that honour the 109,980 Canadians who died in the First and Seconds World Wars.

I began to read the names of the men of the regiments of the First Canadian Corps. From Edmonton, Calgary, Saskatoon, West Nova Scorch, Quebec, Ontario, British Columbia, Special Services, the Engineers and more, they were all resting in peace.. What overwhelmed me were the dates in April, May. How many had fallen together. Comrades in Life! Comrades in Death!

My Canadians! Our Canadians! Tears and emotion overcame me. I left my companions as I did not want them to see my tears. I continued to walk amongst the rows wanting a glimpse of each stone. I felt I owed them; to acknowledge their being, their worth. Young men mostly in their teens, their twenties, their thirties, who were denied a life that only those in middle age and older can appreciate that death in youth really has no rewards.

But why was I crying? I felt a sense of pride. Those men fought for us, our freedom. They believed in a greater cause. I felt a sense of anger and the realization that if every Politician and General would visit the cemeteries of the previous war, perhaps we could try to find alternatives. I felt a sense of sadness. Those men were sons, brothers, husbands, fathers, friends. They were missed at home. They did not chose that resting place. I remembered. An uncle had fought in Italy. A family friend went through there. Were those men their comrades?

All the cemeteries were very quiet and peaceful. In Europe, they are kept clean and often better maintained than the surrounding towns. Our men are honoured there. Almost fifty years buried while the living has gone on.

Would they be proud of Canada today? Would they consider us grateful of the freedoms they secured for us? Would they feel their cause was understood. Am I doing for Canada and freedom what I inherited from those men? To all those buried in the many cemeteries, am I worthy of your sacrifice?

April 1992
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