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See the premier of “Healthcare on the Frontlines” – a documentary film connecting the response to the healthcare crisis of the Civil War to today.
“Heathcare on the Frontlines” documentary cover image
How are individuals to respond in the face of overwhelming moments of crisis? That’s one of the many questions examined by “Healthcare on the Frontlines,” a documentary by Coronation Media making its debut at the Maryland International Film Festival in Hagerstown, MD on March 31 at 11 AM. The film compares the work of “Mission of Mercy,” an organization based in Frederick that provides free healthcare to the community, with the work of Clara Barton during and after the Civil War.
The film was made in partnership with the National Museum of Civil War Medicine, and the Delaplaine Foundation. It extensively compares the actions of Clara Barton with the work of Mission of Mercy and finds surprising parallels between them. Despite a century and a half in time, the needs of vulnerable Americans have not changed significantly. By looking to the past, the film offers some unexpected lessons for the present.
The film will begin playing at 11:00 AM at the Maryland Theater in Hagerstown. Tickets are $8 per person. In addition to single movie tickets, day passes and weekend passes are available.
HOURS:
The Clara Barton Missing Soldiers Office Museum is open on Fridays and Saturdays from 11:00 AM – 5:00 PM for walk-ins. All other times, the Museum will be open only to groups of 10+. Click here to reserve a group tour.
Opens at 11:00 AM
Last Admission at 4:30 PM
PHONE:
(202) 824-0613
LOCATION:
437 7th Street NW
Washington, D.C. 20004
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The preserved rooms are accessible by both stairs and elevator.
Admission rates apply.
Carolyn Ivanhoff presents a first-person look at the life and work of Clara Barton
Jill Newmark discusses her new book on the lives of Black Civil War surgeons
I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man’s work for less than a man’s pay.
The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.
When I reached [home], and looked in the mirror, my face was still the color of gunpowder, a deep blue. Oh yes, I went to the front!
[She] toiled as few men could have done, stanching wounds which might otherwise have proved fatal, administering cordials to the fainting soldier, cheering those destined to undergo amputation, moistening lips parched with thirst [and closing the eyes of the dead].
I only wish I could work to some purpose. I have no right to these easy comfortable days and our poor men suffering and dying thirsting … My lot is too easy and I am sorry for it.
I ask neither pay or praise, simply a soldier’s fare and the sanction of your Excellency to go and do with my might, whatever my hands can find to do.
Though it is little that one woman can do, still I crave the privilege of doing it.
It was a miserable night. There was a sense of impending doom. We knew, everyone knew, that two great armies of 80,000 men were lying there face to face, only waiting for dawn to begin the battle.
I don’t know how long it has been since my ear has been free from the roll of a drum. It is the music I sleep by and I love it.