Foreshadow

I have often thought my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up, like a detached leaf floating on an unpredictable breeze. I’m not sure how long I stood there gazing over the fields, letting my mind wander at will, only to come back to this same thought.  I don’t know where the feeling comes from except that I can’t remember much in my … Continue reading Foreshadow

Overload

Halcyon days of my youth … I don’t wish to go back, I’m quite enjoying myself in the here and now.  But, Bob Dylan sang it to me when I was a teenager in the ‘60’s … “times they are a-changing”.  And they did.  And, I’d venture to say, faster than they ever did before.  Time and technology have proven to be, in my opinion, … Continue reading Overload

Art, Movies, Songs … whatever

I can shed tears when drinking in the beauty of a work of art …   One of the attractions at the World’s Fair in New York in 1964 was Michelangelo’s Pietà and Ed Sullivan highlighted this extraordinary sculpture on his Sunday night show. I was captivated by the beauty that Michelangelo wrought from a slab of Carrara marble and I never forgot my sense … Continue reading Art, Movies, Songs … whatever

My Little Town

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome. My Little Town I often think my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up. In the 1930’s the majority of people lived in the metropolitan areas or on farm lands, but the years following … Continue reading My Little Town

Threads

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome. Historical threads of the 1950’s wove a textured pattern into the fabric that was the backdrop to my childhood.   This backdrop was a post-war world.  Many returning soldiers had only been home for two or three … Continue reading Threads

Threshold

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome.   A small group of nervous, giggling girls,  we didn’t venture much past the entrance to the basement social room.  It was large, and mostly empty, chairs sat around the perimeter just waiting to make wall … Continue reading Threshold

I digress …

I didn’t know what I was going to blog about when I started but it has morphed itself into a focus on photography.  HOWever, I enjoy writing and when not tinkering with my images I write.  Today I am following the lead of the Daily Post writing challenge: memoir madness.  This is an extract  I shall title … Graduation During the evening, gripped by a strange nostalgia … Continue reading I digress …

WIN #13 Reflections on Friendship

For more about Write It Now – WIN – click here.  For previous WIN posts, click here. This week the prompts are: 1. Tell  about your best friend.  Why was this person so special? What brought you close? 2. What is the most important aspect of friendship? 3.  Did you ever travel with a friend. Where? 4. Were you ever betrayed by a friend? How? … Continue reading WIN #13 Reflections on Friendship

Are Friends still friends after you’ve travelled together?

It started with a phone call from my sister 10 years ago asking if we could help her get to Rome … Rome? My husband’s career was with an airline and sometimes we can help family members get a better rate … Rome?  Why ya goin’ to Rome?  A Mediterranean cruise, wanna come?  Well!

Suddenly I reeealllly wanted to go to the Mediterranean.  I had passed through 30 years earlier and had such great memories of it.  Of course, the result is , we DID join them and that was the beginning of our travelling foursome.

We have made 5 trips together and have travelled in Continue reading “Are Friends still friends after you’ve travelled together?”

A Deserted Stretch of Sand

win badgeI saw the honour guard assume their posts, I hard the skirl of the pipes, I watched the parade of veterans and soldiers approach along the Esplanade. I stood in the -20C cold with my daughter at the cenotaph in Medicine Hat;  I closed my eyes and in the silence I was transported back …

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

As I write this we are in France, driving the highways and countryside of Normandy towards Courseulles sur Mer on the northern coast, to the beach where Canadian soldiers landed on D-Day, June 6, 1944.  As we pass through small French towns with their old stone houses and store fronts, their doors opening directly onto the cobbled streets, I can’t help but imagine enemy tanks barreling along these narrow streets, the noise echoing through the corridors of the village, the marching step of the soldiers, weapons held ready to fire.

I am thinking about my father and all the men like him and their willingness to serve.  Uncle Kenneth had just turned 24 the very day he died trying to pilot his plane back to safety.

I am thinking about the heavy bombing raids of the Blitz and the reminiscences of my Continue reading “A Deserted Stretch of Sand”

WIN #12 Adolescence (13-19)

For more about Write It Now – WIN – click here.  For previous WIN posts, click here. This week the prompts are: 1. Did you ever get into trouble at school or with your parents? How? What form of discipline did you receive? 2. Can you relate an embarrassing moment, a funny incident or most extraordinary … a love letter? 3.  During what period did … Continue reading WIN #12 Adolescence (13-19)

The Thought Police

Remember the school lunch line?  Nobody can queue up faster than a horde of hungry teens.  Like a pack of Pavlov’s dogs, the line snaked out through the cafeteria door within minutes of the shrill clang of the lunch bell.   My lunch buddy was already in line while I was still trying to dig my lunch out from the pile of debris littering my locker. When I approached she surreptitiously took a step back, suggesting I sneak into the line.

I admit … I considered it … but Mr. Barras, The Disciplinarian, was on patrol.

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Not So Sweet 16

My aunt was at the piano, old familiar songs flowed from her fingers, family young and old scattered around the room, voices young and old picking up the tunes.  There was a theme to her choices, each song having meaning for someone gathered there.  During a pause I asked what song she would play for me.  “That’s easy”, she said as her hands skimmed the keyboard and I recognized “Qué sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, qué sera, sera”.

My mind clambers back Continue reading “Not So Sweet 16”

WIN #10 – Special Moments in my Childhood

For more about Write It Now – WIN – click here.  For previous WIN posts, click here. This week the prompts are: 1.What special gift(s) did you receive? What gift(s) did you give and to whom? 2. Tell about family traditions – what did you do on weekends, on religious holidays, Hallowe’en, at mealtime or birthdays?  Have you continued these traditions? 3.  What birthday do … Continue reading WIN #10 – Special Moments in my Childhood

My first gift

win badgeI carefully counted pennies from my piggy bank and proudly left with my father to go shopping.  We went to a small gift shop in Valois where I searched the aisles for what must have been at least an hour, up and down and back again – my young eyes lighting on every single item, my little hands reaching out to touch and handle everything that appealed to my eye, only to be carefully placed back on the shelf.  Dad was extremely patient and he stood by, uncomplaining about the length of my mission. Continue reading “My first gift”