|Festival of Trees Welcome Statement|
Welcome to the Eighth Annual McKenzie-Willamette Hospital Foundation Festival of Trees. Every year we are asked the same question, How can you top that? Each year our leaders bring a special ingredient to the formula that has made this event successful. ...The holidays have always been an important time to remember our families, & our friends. Supporting the Festival of Trees is a way to enjoy family & friends while also helping others. We especially want to thank the people at Safeway [Grocers], our first Title Sponsor for their generous support. Festival is about people. ...We think this our best yet, but were a bit biased. McKenzie-Willamette Hospital Foundation
Wish Upon A Star........: Along with the excitement of this years’ event being the 1st of the new millennium is the opportunity to achieve yet another milestone – the $2 million dollar mark. Since its inception in 1993, the Festival of Trees has generated over $1.75 million in net proceeds for the McKenzie-Willamette Hospital. These terrific results have made possible significant improvements to the hospital – enhancing the quality of health care service for all of us. We hope the best is still yet to come. With a bit of good luck & the amazing generosity of our community, the $2 million milestone is within each! ...Each special area of the Festival, from Dickens’ Village to the inaugural Candy Cane Forest area for children is the result of countless volunteer hours & many creative ideas. ...We encourage you to have a great time taking in the sights, smells, sounds & tastes of the 2000 Festival. While doing so, don’t forget to “Wish Upon A Star,” because as the Festival of Trees has proven, dreams can come true.....Happy Holidays! Andy & Donna Moore
Important Festival Information
|It is Christmas Day in the workhouse,|
And the cold, bare walls are bright
With garlands of green and holly,
And the place is a pleasant sight;
For with clean-washed hands and faces,
In a long and hungry line
The paupers sit at the table,
For this is the hour they dine.
And the guardians and their ladies,
Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly
The guardians gazed in horror,
But the pauper sat for a moment,
|Hes drunk! said the workhouse master,|
Or else hes mad and raves.
Not drunk or mad, cried the pauper,
But only a haunted beast,
Who, torn by the hounds and mangled,
Declines the vultures feast
I care not a curse for the guardians,
Keep your hands off me, curse you!
Do you think I will take your bounty,
Last winter my wife lay dying,
|I came to the parish, craving|
Bread for a starving wife,
Bread for the woman whod loved me
Through fifty years of life;
And what do you think they told me,
Mocking my awful grief,
That the House was open to us,
But they wouldnt give out relief.
I slunk to the filthy alley
Then I told her the house was open
All through that eve I watched her,
Then the room was bathed in glory,
|And the accents, long forgotten,|
Came back to the tongue once more.
For she talked like the country lassie
I wood by the Devon shore;
Then she rose to her feet and trembled,
And fell on the rags and moaned,
Give me a crust Im famished
For the love of God, she groaned.
I rushed from the room like a madman
Back through the filthy byways!
Up to the blackened ceiling,
Yes, there, in a land of plenty,
|There, get ye gone to your dinners, Dont mind me in the least, Think of the happy paupers Eating your Christmas feast; And when you recount their blessings In your smug parochial way, Say what you did for me, too, Only last Christmas Day.|