Delight-Filled Leaves Art
I have a box of old letters that I occasionally look through when working on mixed media art. I found this one, written by my eight-year-old Great Aunt about my Grandpa Donald (then 4) and my Great Grandmother. It’s just … Continued
Tonight as I came down (finally) from my children’s rooms where they are both peacefully dreaming, I came across a few pastel sketches I did in 1999 while working for Ontario Parks (below) – when we went on a training … Continued
“Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he” — Victor Hugo (Les … Continued
The light at four reminded me of winter in Saskatchewan. Golden glowing against the houses and bare trees. The plus ten weather here drew me outside, and the light made everything photogenic. The trees’ shadows against the stucco. The wires, … Continued
How I Spent Labour Day by Donald E. Duck (my grandfather, written c. 1931). [Helene was his older sister, my great aunt.] On Monday morning I started to make a flower bed of my own. I had to dig sods … Continued
My mother reported to me that the contractors doing renovations on the farmhouse discovered one of my old diaries hidden in my ceiling tiles! I don’t remember hiding a journal there, but it seems like something I would do – … Continued
I found my Grandpa’s 1929 composition workbook from 50 years before the picture (previous post) was taken. Grandpa’s 1929 composition notebook, age 9 A Trip by Aeroplane Once upon a time there lived a little boy who’s name was Jack … Continued
