Mr. Speaker, the poem I am about to read was written by my wife and is dedicated to the thousands of volunteers across Canada who give their time and their money to keep our small community museums open.
It is called “Keepers of the Past”.
In many a village, city or town There's a spot reserved where records are put down It may have been a church or a school or a hall Now, it houses memories and bits of history for recall.
Treasured possessions preserved through the years In this hallowed place, ably manned by volunteers Dusty antiques, all rusty and old Tin type photos with a story to be told.
Keepers of the past—a rich heritage For generations to come, of a more modern age Community pride—of this I can attest For Souris—Moose Mountain has some of the best.