Geneviève Bergeron, 21
Hélène Colgan, 23
Nathalie Croteau, 23
Barbara Daigneault, 22
Anne-Marie Edward, 21
Maud Haviernick, 29
Barbara Maria Klucznik, 31
Maryse Leclair, 23
Annie St-Arneault, 23
Michèle Richard, 21
Maryse Laganière, 25
Anne-Marie Lemay, 22
Sonia Pelletier, 28
Annie Turcotte, 21
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Was there some sort of ceremony this year? I don't remember seeing anything.
In Montreal at least, the ceremonies continue each year. Here, there was the more generic December 6 action day agaisnt violence against women ceremony, and I expect that happened across the country. Apparently with the Omaha shooter though, the mass killing media quota was filled that day.
When I was growing up, my parents used to relate the story of how everyone of their generation remembers exactly what they were doing the moment they found out that President Kennedy had been assassinated. The Montreal Massacre is my version of this. I remember exactly what I was doing - and what I did - for the entire day. I was making breakfast - oatmeal - in my kitchen, getting ready to go to school and write an exam in tax law. I remember who I spoke to first about it and what she said. We both cried.
Thank you for posting this. It seems each year the fewer and fewer people remember and I think that is frightening. Regardless of Mr. Lepine's mental issues, the fact is that these women were murdered because they were women and the world should never lose sight of that.
You were off at law school, and I was three weeks into my sojourn to Name of Town Withheld. I was sharing an apartment with a friend, and we came home from work and were making dinner when Newsworld, which was in its infancy then, cut into their show with live coverage. We just sat there all evening, horrified and transfixed.
When you look at those names and ages - those women would be in their early 40s now. Watching something like this unfold in my hometown was surreal, as was the realization that, there but for the grace of God, go I. I had been a pre-engineering student back in the day. Had I continued on that road, I might well have ended up at the Polytechnique, which was (and may still be) the best engineering school in Quebec, at that time. It makes you wonder about the choices you make and the roads you do and don't take, and what might have been along them.
And FYI - I remember where I was when Kennedy was shot.
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