Lest we forget …

Today we remember the words of John McCrae, the Canadian poet, doctor and soldier who wrote this iconic poem in the midst of war and personal grief. May we never forget.

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.

The Passing of Lifetime President Donald MacAulay

It is with sorrow that I share with you the sad news that Lifetime President Donald MacAulay passed away this morning. He was a kind, caring and charismatic man who generously shared his love of Clan MacAulay and contributed greatly to its success.

Chief Emeritus Hector, upon notifying me today, stated the indisputable … “Donald served the clan with distinction.”

Because of the current pandemic there will not be a funeral service. A celebration of his life will take place later this year.

I have extended our condolences to his lovely wife Eileen and family. Please take a moment, in whatever way you feel most appropriate, to give thanks for the life of a great man, Donald MacAulay. He will be deeply missed.

Joan, Chief