On one trip to Quebec in the 1950s, I can vividly recall standing on the edge of the Plaines of Abraham in Québec City with my mother, Dorothy Wills. She held my hand firmly and seemed to have tears in her eyes. She spoke to me about what happened 200 years before on the site. I can't remember the details but I do remember she said this is where all the bad things happened and I shouldn't forget.
Daniel Lanois remembers too in this song....
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