Program, Central Wisconsin Christian School, A Salute to Veterans

Program from the Central Wisconsin Christian School

Program from the Central Wisconsin Christian School

Name/Title

Program, Central Wisconsin Christian School, A Salute to Veterans

Scope and Content

Program from the Central Wisconsin Christian School dated November 10, 2010 A SALUTE TO VETERANS Central Wisconsin Christian School, Wednesday, November 10, 2010, 10:30 AM Program: Welcome and Opening Prayer- Gregg Zonnefeld-Director of Advancement Presentation of Colors-Color Guard National Anthem- CWC Band "American Tribute"-John Moss Concert Band: "Land of the Free"-read by Shanna Braunschweig "Blades of Grass and Pure White Stones"-Hatch, Alexander, and Naish New Generation Singers Acknowledgement of Veterans: "My Country `Tis of Thee"-Audience/Veterans "America the Beautiful"-arr. Althouse Junior/Senior Choirs: Remembering our Troops Closing Prayer-Mark Buteyn Administrator Taps/Retiring of Colors Thanks to the local American Legion Post 210 and Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 6709 for providing the color guard and participating in today's special program! "My Country Tis of Thee" My country, `tis of Thee, sweet land of liberty, of Thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside, let freedom ring. My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love. I love they rocks and rills, thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrills like that above. Let music swell the breeze and ring from all the trees sweet freedom's song. Let mortal tongues awake, let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of Liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. Samuel F. Smith Choral Director: Laura Ten Pass-Band Director: John Hall-Trumpeters: Shanna Braunschweig & Brennon Kok In Flanders fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-19418) Canadian Army 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.

Acquisition

Accession

2011.0500

Source or Donor

Waupun Newspapers and other newspapers.

Acquisition Method

Bequest,Collected by

Credit Line

These are basically newspaper article that Jim cut from the newspapers and presented for documentation.