This tree from Nova Scotia is now in Boston Common.
The Nova Scotians send one every year.
Why?
It's December, 1917.
Canada has been at war for more than three years.
But children in Halifax are excited because it's almost Christmas.
On December 6, two ships collide in Halifax Harbour.
Sparks. Fire. Black smoke.
People watch from windows.
Children walking to school run to the shoreline.
One ship is carrying relief supplies for war-torn Belgium.
The other is laden with 2.9 kilotons of explosives.
He could have run.
He could have saved himself.
But he stayed to warn incoming trains.
The passengers survived.
Vince Coleman did not.
The explosion and subsequent tsunami levelled everything within 1.5 square miles.
The blast shattered windows 60 miles away.
Fishermen off the coast of Massachusetts said they heard the boom.
The ship’s anchor landed 2.3 miles away.
1,600 people died instantly. Another 400 within days.
Children never made it to school, never returned home.
Shrapnel wounded thousands, blinding those who stood in windows watching the blaze.
When a blizzard hit the next day, 25,000 were without shelter.
Canadian military members rushed to the scene. British sailors are amongst the first rescue teams sent ashore.
USS Tacoma was 52 miles away when the crew felt the blast. Captain Powers Symington altered course to head towards the explosion.
They went towards the explosion.
Doctors and nurses pour in from neighboring provinces.
Doctors and nurses rushing toward danger.
Familiar then. Familiar now.
Still, Halifax needed more help.
When word reached Boston, details were scant.
Governor Samuel McCall offered assistance immediately via telegraph, but dispatched a train before receiving a response.
When an official in Halifax first read this letter from the Governor, he broke down in tears.
A relief committee in Boston raised the equivalent of $1.9 million within an hour.
The people of Massachusetts sent the equivalent of $15 million in total to support relief efforts.
Immediate and unconditional support.
Less than 12 hours after the explosion, a train left Boston with doctors, nurses, and supplies.
The train was the first of many shipments of medical personnel and supplies that arrived from New England.
Neighbors concerned for their neighbours.
On the train to Halifax, Abraham Ratshesky heard rumors about the situation, but still was shocked upon arrival.
“An awful sight presented itself. Buildings shattered on all sides; chaos apparent; no order existed.”
In the aftermath, Elizabeth Fraser found her Aunt Sophie.
“I saw my aunt, who was expecting a baby, dragging her little six-year-old boy by the hand. Her eyes were both blown out of her head and she was telling him to hurry; he was dead but she did not know."
Joseph Ernest Barss was recovering in Halifax after being wounded in the war. He said the city looked worse than Ypres.
After three sleepless days of caring for victims, he was received by medics from Boston.
“It brought tears to all our eyes. They can have anything I’ve got."
"We have come here to help you; anything that we have is yours; anything that we can do will be done.”
The Americans helped organize the relief efforts.
They built temporary housing.
They ordered more supplies.
They treated patients.
“…anything that we have is yours..."
In less than 24 hours, members of the Maine National Guard transformed a badly damaged building into a hospital with 200 beds.
They treated patients through the night.
They delivered a baby, Gilbert Elliott Boyd, named after Maine's Surgeon General, Major Gilbert Elliott.
482 children under 14 were killed.
242 were under five.
30 percent of the casualties were children.
Many survivors lost their sight, their siblings, and their parents.
The trauma, visions of those horrific scenes, lingered throughout their lives.
Americans stayed behind for months, years in some cases.
The Nova Scotians never forgot the unconditional support.
We never forgot. How could we ever forget?
This tree in Boston Common is from Nova Scotia.
The Nova Scotians send one every year.
To say we remember.
To say we'll never forget.
To say thank you, neighbors.
Thank you, neighbors.
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With his Jewish mother weeping after hearing her brothers and sisters were murdered by the Nazis, Alex Polowin wondered what he could do. He wanted to try to help her remaining relatives.
“I felt I owed it to them try to save their lives.”
Born to a Jewish family in Lithuania, his parents brought him to Canada when he was three years old.
14 years later, in the middle of the Second World War, he lied about his age to enlist in the Navy.
As he and his shipmates protected the supply routes from U-Boats, he stared down antisemitism.
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When his father took him to the train to head off to the war, he looked him in the eye and said words Vince Speranza never forgot. As he was about to jump for the first time, those words came rushing back.
"Son, don't do anything to shame the family."
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Vince filled his helmet with beer and brought it back to Joe Willis.
Frank Slade was helping his Aunt Ethel run her gas station in Goldsboro, North Carolina, when there was a knock on the door.
Two men told him he had a choice between joining the U.S. Army for the Korean War or returning to Canada.
What did he do?
He returned to Canada. But at the Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto, he bumped into a buddy from Newfoundland.
Don Penney was in a Canadian Army uniform and about to head to Korea. He told Frank to join him.
The next day, Frank Slade signed up.
Frank and Don were from fishing villages in Newfoundland, their childhood far removed from the conflicts they read about in the newspapers and heard on the radio.
Frank's first job was carrying messages to people in town who didn't yet have telephones. His pay?