Growing up and Growing older on Random Island
Recently, an old family friend, Gary Cooper, passed away. Gary was more than a family friend though, he WAS family. To everyone! I’d lost touch with him, and many more for that matter, since I’ve moved away, and more so since my own Dad died. Not necessarily through anyone’s fault, though I’m sure my own […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
When we were young, we could make a ball field, or hockey arena, pretty much anywhere. Across the road from Eric’s house there was a field, with some large rocks arranged in a rough diamond. Though pretty small, we’d often play ball there, especially when we only had a few people as the small size […]
This post is probably for me more than anyone, but feel free to read, or skip…. I don’t remember the exact date anymore, but sometime around the 26th of this month, it will be 22 years since I got in the old Corsica with Keith and came to Halifax for a 9 month course. […]
I’ve written a little about Aunt Ethel and Uncle Will before, but something I did know, but had forgotten was that Uncle Will wrote quite a bit of poetry. I know I’ve seen this before, but had completely forgotten it, or where. Thanks to Eric Cooper for the picture. Enjoy and reminisce a bit. Peter […]