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He slid down the Sunday hill, below his house in Vermont. In a distant church an organ proclaimed it was Christmas. The boy walked on with his sled, blown by the wind. The pews were half-full as the choir entered … Continue reading →

No contest. Walkers! Made since 1898 A.D. Nothing like opening a large tin of “Our Premium Selection” Pure Butter Shortbread to enjoy with one’s afternoon holiday tea and into January. 6 Degrees of Separation–my daughter works at a desk adjacent … Continue reading →

Every year at this time I break out my favorite Christmas CD–the diamond anniversary edition of Holiday Inn and White Christmas with songs by the great Irving Berlin. Warm memories of watching those movies annually with my parents on the … Continue reading →

(ps/ Edmonton had 40 more cms. of snow than usual in Nov-Dec.)                               Always at this time of year, at the most frigid of times, I resort to imagination and healthful viewing to warm the cockles of mind, heart and soul. … Continue reading →

I was five-years-old. We were living a year with my father’s mother in a big old house on Thompson Drive, then in the outskirts of St. James with only Kirkfield Park west of us. My grandmother always had men rooming … Continue reading →

Meanwhile back on Earth… When least expected, the ’24-hour-flu’ or a case of possible eating-out food poisoning. Take your pick. Guaranteed to take the wind out of one`s sails abruptly and rather debilitatingly. To be sick this way makes one … Continue reading →

To magically return to the weft of glorious feelings and sensuous detail that complement the warp of various personal knowings, understandings, and appreciations. An exalted ideal pattern, indeed.

“(with up so floating many bells down)” “they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same” “children guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew” “(and only the snow can begin to explain how children are … Continue reading →

“It is not half so important to know as to feel.”–Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder

  What he said: Overheard via intercom when he filled his drawers: “Uh,oh. Oh no!’ After having his nose cleaned out by his Dad: (looking sad, claps hands) “Thanks, Da-da.” While pointing at Christmas tree in living room: “No touch. … Continue reading →