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January 1, 2021

Music Class

The item in the image above, if you don’t remember, was used to draw music staves on the chalkboard (though it was also co-opted to use for cursive writing and maybe, just maybe, to make writing “I will not chew gum in class”100 times easier). I posted it a couple days ago on twitter, and […]

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April 27, 2020

Three on the Tree

While out yesterday to drop off some tools to my sister, Annette, I saw a pickup go by that somehow reminded me so much of ones that Ross Smith used to drive. While he had big lane with a long road gong right down to his house, the truck was a staple diagonally across the […]

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September 7, 2019

Storm Windows

As Hurricane Dorian makes its way to hammer us here in Halifax, I got to thinking about broken windows and shutters and the like. And that led me to remembering our fall and winter preparation years ago. I can’t say I’ve really thought about storm windows and storm doors in years, but every fall without […]

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July 10, 2019

March

The days and weeks move on as they always do, and while its still winter, it feels like its loosening some as March has made its way around again. Sated, Ralph leans back in the old rocking chair.  Tired, but the good kind, a day spent out in the open, a fire, good friends, food, […]

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June 21, 2019

February

The well worn leather traces creak as Bax’s old mare pulls the double slide in the long run. Ralph and Si sitting on an old bren full of hay for a seat, Bax up front giving the reins a flick now and then, though its not really necessary, the horse knows the path and routine […]

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June 20, 2019

January

The house is on the side of a hill, a path climbing up to the well house. Rope clothesline hung between two huge old fir, propped up in the middle by a board sawed at the mill. “Ralphie! Si! You young devils! Get off that path with them slides, your gonna turn it all to […]

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June 20, 2019

Dusk

“Old Christmas Day.” thinks Ralph, “Years back we would be listening to see if the animals would talk, like the old timers said. Now I’m the old timer. Where does the time go?” He can’t move as fast as he once could, time and toil have made the joints and muscles slower than they were. […]

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June 16, 2019

Father’s Day – Uncle Hay

I visited home this past summer, and while our old house has changed with new occupants over the years, many things remained the same. One being Uncle Hay’s property. It was like stepping back in time for me, and on this Father’s day, I am maudlin thinking about those old times and how close him […]

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March 8, 2019

The Sawmill

If you’re familiar with Apsey Brook, you know that Roy Smith operated a sawmill business for many years. What you may not know is that Uncle Luther, Dad and Uncle Hay used to operate one too. It was mostly for personal use, but I do remember trucks coming occasionally and buying some lumber. You’d be […]

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February 9, 2019

Incoming Duck Missile!

In our ever lasting search for a water supply that would last the summer, dad tried many things. In the summer of 1983, the year Keith had his accident, he and I dug a pipeline 660 feet through the woods, in the heat of summer, to a small brook that we somehow managed to get […]

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    I’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night.  Hope you like it. Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it. Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it. Dew kissed fence palings on …
  • Lion’s Fall FairLion’s Fall FairSeptember 14, 2014
    It’s not quite fall yet, but school has started and the nights have started to cool off (thankfully, need it for sleeping!) so it’s getting closer. Back before I moved away, and quite possibly still, the Random Lion’s Club used to put off a fall fair as a fundraiser, and …
  • Happy Father’s DayHappy Father’s DayJune 16, 2013
    This was tough to write… Dad was a bear of a man, him, Uncle Hay and Uncle Lindo all were. Possibly uncle Herven and Lawrence too, but they lived away for most of my memory. (Well St. John’s is not so far away in Uncle Lawrence’s case, but what I …
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