In, around and beyond our village
As the Gatineau River runs, like three tributaries, my children flow steadily westward and fortunately for them, water surrounds them all from the Ottawa River to Lake Ontario to Dawson … Continue reading From the River to the Creek
Summer had arrived. First the Solstice and then la Fête nationale du Québec, St. Jean Baptiste. Friday, June 23, was the start of a long weekend. We were off to … Continue reading Family Reunion Weekend
by Paula Halpin My mother Josephine once used a letter opener to ward off an attack by amugger. This went down on a foggy November night in Dublin in the … Continue reading My Mother, a local hero
By Pearl Pirie – Although deeply embarrassed at drawing attention to myself, acting so oddly to cause red flags of worry, it was comforting to be checked in on, to be seen
Finding her own way, she was slain trodding her own path.
I have so enjoyed getting to know Tom Thomson and friends ..
February 23rd dawned early for us. The night before, the much-dreaded forecast of freezing rain had come to fruition. Our long lane was a skating rink. Impassable. Thankfully and with great foresight, Steve had moved the car to the front field, sanded the two hilly spots and left a bucket of sand near the car.
Through shadowed streets beneath flickering trees
Pulled away from a restful night and packed in
Travelling past pock marked promenades and empty playgrounds
The disco spin closes in our enclosed tin
My granny’s name is Fenny because she comes from Fennyland.
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
Wandering Wakefield 