George W. Reid

The funeral of the late George W. Reid, war veteran, was held from the home of his father, James E. Reid, Green Hill, on Saturday afternoon.  There was a large number in attendance, expressing in the fullest measure their sympathy for the bereaved family.  The service, conduced by Reverends McLean and McKenzie, was impressive, and touched responsive chords, while the singing gave expression to the deep thoughts that possessed the many gathered about the bier.  Mrs. Miller and Mrs. McDonald sang sweetly "Saved by Grace" and John G. McKenzie sang "Shadows."

The floral offerings were many and beautiful, while a never-to-be-forgotten touch was a small silken Union Jack that lay upon the breast of the dead soldier.

The interment was at Durham.  At the grave, Captain Jollymore sounded the "Last Post." The pall bearers were:  Cameron Bryan, Morrison Cameron, John McDonald, Henry Miller, Allison McKenzie and George Munsie.

The late George W. Reid died in Christie Street Hospital, Toronto, Oct. 29, after ten days' illness from wounds received in the Great War.  He was 47 years of age.  He enlisted for service at Edmonton in July, 1915, and was wounded at the battle of Courcellette, September, 1916.  He was invalided at hom in 1917, and ever since has suffered from his wounds.  He elected to make his home in Toronto, and there passed away.

Besides his parents, he leaves to mourn five sister and four brothers.  The former are Janette, (Mrs. Orton Hill, Warner, N.H.), Catherine (Mrs. David Morgan, Cranbrook, B. C.), Bertha (Mrs. Allan Ferguson, Oxshott, Eng.), and Miss Blanche, at home.  The brothers are Victor at home; Graham, of Regina, Sask., Eldon at home, Jardine of Somerville, Mass.  Mrs. Hill was the only one able to come home for the funeral.

Prior to the remains leaving Toronto, a touching service was held in Christie Street Military Hospital, conducted by Rev. St. Lambert of the Hospital.  There were present about 60 former military friends and war pals of George Reid.  In an address to mcuh pathos, Rev. St. Lambert paid a wonderful tribute to his friend of many years.  They had enlisted in Edmonton in the 33rd and were in close touch in their camp life and were wounded at the same time and found themselves side by side in the hospital.  He said he was a man one was proud to call a friend.  George was always the gentleman no matter what he suffered and his cheerfulness helped many another over a hard place.  To such as he Canadians owed their homes, and the saddest thing was that after all his suffering, with his all he paid in the prime of life the debt of that awful struggle.  He died a hero as much as if he had given up his life on the field of battle.  He died that others might live.