Anna P. Lewis WI Tweedsmuir Community History, Volume 1, [1950] - [1986], p. 13

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es war e n en io l0 ereiie ns m ae e 2e 2 } ; MRS., ADELAIDE HUNTER HOODLESS ... Continued ie PR ie ie LCs iO N LC iY WO LEG SE _ e e e_ Cont inued sip of water and collapsed on the platform where she died within a few minutes . She had barely finished her fiftyâ€"second year but she had lived long enough to have received international recognition for her work. She had founded or heloed to found The Young Women‘s Christian Asseciation of Canada, (Y.W.C.A.}, The Victorian Order of Nurses, The National Council of Women, The Macdonald Institute at Guelph, y The Women‘s Iinstitute across the World. The Homestead was made an Historic Sitte at . an unveiling ceremony on June 13, 1959,. Mrs. Adelaide Hunter Hoodless was cited as a National Figqure whose inspiration sparked the movement which now embracesâ€" si x million women in thirtyâ€"six countries, at an impressive unveiling of a plague in her honour at the Homestead on June 21, 1962 by the Natfional Historic Site Board. Adelaide Hoodless House ... by Maryn Pardy s So this is the house Where an inspired woman lived Awoman who was distraucht As she saw her young child die. A woman who berated herself For her own ignorance : Of the things needful to sustain Life in small bodies. Then,y out of her gricef, A thought came naaging. There was so much ignorance Of common things among The women of her day. And yet there were those Who knew and could teach These women of the farm * If only they could hbe got together. S So this great woman With her mind on fire With an idea, set forth; And out of her determination Grew a great movement Which has spread And grown and enriched The lives of many thousands. We then revere this house And ceunt it as a shrine, For because of the death Of one small child j Count less other children Have had better lives. > Step softly then, you who enter, For here a grieving mother lived and dreamed.

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