The words lie deeply layered, like leaves littering the forest floor. The many layers of the story peeling away to give rise to indigenous life now and then. The story braids its way around the microscopic world and how that impacts the lives of those who lived by the land.Continue reading “Heavy Deep Words on my Shelf”
I set out with good intentions and hadn’t thought at all about doing a social experiment. Certainly not one based on a false dichotomy but I guess that’s what I did!Continue reading “Engagingly Interesting?”
It seems I was off to a rocky start and wondered if I was going to get pulled to the headmasters office (aka someone on campus but I had no idea who).Continue reading ““Mischief Managed” as the twins said”
Thursday November 11th is not just a statutory holiday. It is a day to pause and reflect. Sometimes what we need to ponder is literally in front of our faces.Continue reading “Pause to ponder the profile”
Somber thoughts for
between the crosses
row on rowContinue reading “Somber #SilentSunday”
A bit of random this and a lot of random that and I had fodder for Act of Remembrance post.Continue reading “The Cenotaph Men”
I went in to do my student evaluations this evening and found this story front and center in my University email box. The link will take you through to the story of Captain Cowie and his ultimate sacrifice. There is info about his campus connections and his family ties to Saskatoon that still exist today. These are the stories that I mentioned yesterday that are so hard to capture so I am pleased that this one popped into my world today. The link is here at news.usask.ca/articles/people/2021/service-and-sacrifice-remembering-captain-cowie
And for even further surprises and delight I saw action at the actual Memorial Gates. I was appalled at the weeds growing in what is usually a flower bed. So last week I called the Facilities Management Department (this is the home of the Tumultuous Tuesday that changed our lives) and talked to a real person after 1 ring and gave her my concern. Today the weeds were mowed over and the area looks better. Certainly not as good as flowers and I feel certain it would benefit from some crosses with poppies; similar to what we saw on many sites in Belgium and France so that is my goal for this weekend.
This is a nice counter balance to the full size blow up Santa and sled I saw on a front lawn 1 block away. Heavy sigh.
The cold was inevitable even if we sheltered on the protected side of the street. The veterans marched down towards the Cenotaph with arms swinging. The Ladies Auxiliary followed behind which meant that my siblings and I were on our own. But we never chose this time to misbehave (that I can recall). The voices droned on but The Last Post always got my attention. The wreaths laid around the four corner stones engraved with names of places that meant nothing to me then; Vimy, Somme, Passchendal, Ypres.Continue reading “Remembering Remembrance Day”
It was an unusual sort of day. Not due to the date but rather because of it.Continue reading “Pause and Reflection”
Tattered and tornContinue reading “Wordless Wednesday This Week”