Author Archives: rdavies

took place in little ole Spy Hill, SK when a Via Rail train froze and its 95 passengers were comfortably accommodated by the village’s firemen who took it upon themselves to provide food, entertainment, and beds for the unexpected visitors. … Continue reading →

Welcoming the new year. The biggest party animal. Peanut: the other, quieter party animal. The ‘Kids’: The Globe and Mail year-end crossword fiends. The amazing 6-year-old grandson doing 6 shape-puzzles simultaneously.

So many ingredients, so little time. Hands-on followed by mouth-on, previously called mouf-on. The first man. The last man. Dictated instructions from another room by creator, after creator imagined the man in his head. Grown-up followed instructions as directed. (There were questions of … Continue reading →

  Mr. Science entertains and awes. The grandkids play, oblivious of the backyard deer. Father and son read. We host the mob after dinner. 2 tables in different rooms for sup. A Davies Family Team Effort. A niece in charge … Continue reading →

Holy, holy. Before and after company over the holidays. With a great selection of Christmas movies, holiday tea, and treats.

At this point on the darkest day of the year, the blog will shut down for family focus. My eye surgery follows the day after New Year’s and I won’t be back for a while, leaving time for recovery and … Continue reading →

they make it so easy to pick up and donate food packages year-round to the Food Bank for only $5 or $10. Imagine the grateful unfortunates who will be happy to eat this Christmas. It doesn’t take that much to give … Continue reading →

(Christmas Day) The car stopped in front of Ganma and Ganpa’s house. It was dark. Dada lifted me out of the car chair and set me on the snow. I walked to the house which had many lights on. Ganpa … Continue reading →

“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, … Continue reading →

of preferred illusions. We are largely secret to one another, playing roles and giving (un/convincing) performances. We present fronts, by and large, of our preferred images of ourselves. Regardless of whatever depth of socialization, all of us are conscious of … Continue reading →