Still in McCrae House, I'm carrying on with this visit. This uniform jacket is similar to those John McCrae would have worn in World War One. It is a Canadian Army Medical Corps uniform worn by Captain Trevor Bailie, circa 1918.
Some of McCrae's personal mementoes are displayed here- items like a pocket watch, bible, or mess kit.
McCrae would not see the end of the First World War, dying of pneumonia in France. He was buried with full military honours at Wimereux. The commanding general of the Canadian soldiers at the front, Arthur Currie, was in attendance, and McCrae's horse Bonfire was part of the procession, with the doctor's boots reversed in the stirrups as is tradition.
In the 1960s, a local effort got underway to save the house, which had long since been in other hands, from the wrecking ball. Out of the efforts of concerned citizens, McCrae House was restored and turned into what it is today, a museum honouring the man and his life. And today it is a national historic site.
This desk was used by the McCrae family at another address in the city after they had left this home. It has been added to the collection here.
Panels show a collage of McCrae's legacy, at home and around the world. His best known poem has transcended national boundaries in the century since his death.
I leave off with one last view outside the house. Thus ends my series on this road trip, which I hope you've enjoyed. I have the odd shot here and there in future posts, but starting tomorrow, I'm back on familiar ground.