110 Citizens from the Montérégie Region Honoured at Regional Ceremonies for the Presentation of the Lieutenant Governor's Medals
"Your contribution reflects the human richness of Quebec and reminds us that it is together, through respect and cooperation, that we shape our future," declared the Honourable Manon Jeannotte.
A total of 110 citizens were honoured for their remarkable contribution to Quebec society, receiving the Lieutenant Governor's Medals in the Youth (51) and Seniors (55) categories as well as the King Charles III coronation Medal (4).
The Lieutenant Governor's Medals
The Lieutenant Governor's Medals aim to recognize the commitment, determination, and selflessness of citizens from all regions of Quebec who have had, or continue to have, a positive influence within their community or across the province.
There are five categories:
The Youth Medal
The Seniors Medal
The Medal for Exceptional Merit
The First Nations Medal
The Inuit Medal
The King Charles III Coronation Medal
The King Charles III Coronation Medal is a special commemorative distinction designed to honour Canadians who have made significant contributions to their communities or abroad. It celebrates their achievements, dedication, and commitment to the well-being of Canadian society.
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