The men and women marched down the wide street, the cold north wind blasting at them. The two blocks from the Legion building to the Cenotaph covered in quick time. The amazement in my mind that these farmers and wives knew how to march. That those names on the monument meant something personal to them*. The ‘Last Post’ played on a trumpet by a local youth and the dropping of the poppies on the bottom of the plinth. These are my first memories of Remembrance Day in small town Saskatchewan in the 60’s.Continue reading “A Unique Remembrance Day”
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating. Somehow our current society goes straight from Halloween to Christmas and skips Remembrance Day and this is wrong.Continue reading “Remembrance Season”
The sun rises over the cool Atlantic air and hits land first in
Today is the start of summer which coincided, this year, with father’s day. It is also National Indigenous Day. It seems like an easy one to blog about, especially seems I have permission to share some super cute photos of our littles.
It started out as a cloudy cool day but the weather turned around. It ended as the perfect summer evening; no wind, no clouds and a sunset that shimmered into a radiant red band across the entire north horizon. The kind of evening that sucks one into staying up late because 10:30 looks like 8:45!
Garden produce was picked for part of our picnic lunch today so what a great start to summer that is. Growing your own food is so incredibly satisfying.
An impromptu picnic lunch was served on the beach blanket amidst smiles, giggles and snuggles. Again the kind of moment that just makes your heart swell with joy. The man of my dreams is a wonderful father and as a grampa – well it’s just the best to see and it’s hard to find the words to express how incredible it feels.
An outside supper topped off our day; cooked and served by our talented daughter; who incidentally thinks her dad is pretty darn terrific. Father’s Day is hard there though because our son in law lost his dad a few years ago and the whole he left remains evident. Grampa Gary is spoken of often and I feel he would be so proud of the type of dad his son has become.
The level of joy today in our personal lives was at the top of the charts. Which brings into focus how much we take our white privilege for granted.
There are so many indigenous children who didn’t know their dad’s growing up; sent off to residential schools so young. Far too many who had no idea of how to live off the land. How to grow your food and your soul by being centered within a family. These things were stripped from generations of those that lived on this land long before we settled it. It’s important that we listen and learn. That we recognize the pain and suffering that has been part of their daily lives now for more than a century.
It’s late and it’s an early alarm day. I feel like I could have done all the subjects more justice given more time but I also feel it’s important that I hit post today otherwise it’s too little too late.
There have been tears this week. The pandemic has faded to the background as Canada had faced another terror.Continue reading “#StrongerTogether#TousEnsemble”
Their steps faded away to silence. Not part of the main stream any longer. It’s up to us to remember them. ” In the setting sun we shall not forget them”.
Please don’t to straight to Christmas from Halloween. Please spend time wearing a poppy and thinking about our veterans and those that continue to serve today. Think about those that didn’t come home. Think about the freedoms they gave us.
Today we were fortunate enough to spend the afternoon learning and paying homage to the countless
On this date, one hundred years ago, the bells rang out across many countries. The armistice had been signed and the fighting was officially ended but not before Private George Lawrence Price was killed.
In the setting of the sun we will remember them.
He was one of “them” Continue reading “Remember “T H E M””
10 wooden crates and 5 soldiers in uniform on the stage. It doesn’t seem like enough to transport you to the hearts and minds of those Continue reading “A Soldier’s War*”
Another bout of insomnia gave me additional time to think about our bus trip tour of first world war sites in Europe during the spring of 2011. I was thinking about the stories of men who served that I wrote about in the post called the Remembrance Project 2018.
That lead me to remember the time Continue reading “From Insomnia to the Somme”