
“It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
~ L.M. Montgomery (b. November 30, 1874 – d. April 24, 1942)
“It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
~ L.M. Montgomery (b. November 30, 1874 – d. April 24, 1942)
“I made up my mind that where our men went under so much more dreadful conditions I could go, and I am very proud to have been able even in a small way to commemorate the deeds of my countrymen.”
Mary Riter Hamilton (b. 1873 – d. 1954)
Canada’s 1st Female Battlefield Artist
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
Edith Sitwell (b. 7 September 1887 – d. 9 December 1964)
“In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Anne Frank (b. 12 June 1929 – d. February 1945, aged 15)
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster (b. January 1, 1879 – d. June 7, 1970)
Lest we forget.
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