Mr. Leon HomerNorth JavaNew York. Nov. 1. 1912. Hello Leon:- I am still alive You see. I heard you looked about all in Isn’t this a lovely day? I thought I would send this to surprise you. Will look for you this eve if not to [sic] stormy. I am having a splendid time. WeContinue reading “Greetings”
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With All Good Wishes
Postmarked Philadelphia, December 3, 1910 Miss Mary Lear,Madison, Mo. Have lost your school address so send to Madison. Dear Girlie; I am glad you like teaching as much.. Do you go home very often? I suppose you take the “Index” & do [several words illegible] much. My school is progressing nicely. I hope you willContinue reading “With All Good Wishes”
Birthday Greetings
Mrs. Nellie French,Kezar Falls,Maine Post marked South Hiram, Maine, December 19, 1924 12-19-1924Wishing you a very happy day and many more to follow. From your friend Alice [B. or D.?] Nellie G. Ridlon French was born on November 28, 1867 in Parsonfield, York County, Maine to Magnus and Emily Emery Ridlon. She was one ofContinue reading “Birthday Greetings”
All Good Betide
How much can a single postcard tell you? Quite a lot, actually. All it takes is some effort, a bit of luck, and most importantly, just enough details to launch a viable search. And always, “hope’s beacon” pointing the way. This particular story begins with a postcard sending good wishes for the New Year, 1912.Continue reading “All Good Betide”
Trees of Remembrance
October 2021 marked the 100th anniversary of the dedication of memorial trees planted along Shelbourne Street (Memorial Avenue) in Saanich and Victoria, British Columbia, following the First World War. Recently, Dr. Geoffrey Bird of the War Heritage Research Initiative at Royal Roads University produced a film about the history of these trees. The documentary inspiredContinue reading “Trees of Remembrance”
Tragedy’s Heir
I’m the Shell,The Dark’ning Shell!My smoke-clouds shroud Dominions where my red rainnever fell:Far beyond the seven seas,On the mountain and the plain,Hearts are shrunken to the lees,Souls are withered for the slain.I am the Shell!My dread reverberations echo over hill and dell,Where the grey-haired Mother sits,Fearful that the sock she knits,Will never reach the boyContinue reading “Tragedy’s Heir”
Shameless Self-Promotion (A Request)
A very wise friend of mine recently made an excellent point: subscribers to my website might not necessarily know about, or have checked out, my Facebook writer page. And this very wise friend of mine suggested that I ask said subscribers to give me a like over on Facebook. I do post all sorts ofContinue reading “Shameless Self-Promotion (A Request)”
Eden’s End
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“Homestuck”: Podcast News
I’m so excited to share that I’m a guest for Living Hyphen’s brand new podcast! Season 1, ‘Homestuck’, draws parallels between the pandemic and the grander experiences of Canada’s diverse communities. Like all things Living Hyphen, the podcast uncovers what it means to live in between cultures as hyphenated Canadians. Catch me on Episode 7,Continue reading ““Homestuck”: Podcast News”
Summer Solstice
I didn’t write yesterday. Not a word. Despite setting aside the entire afternoon, a glorious few hours for uninterrupted productivity, on the longest day of the year. June is busy, even during a pandemic. When All the Things that come with season’s end take over, time is hard to come by. So I’d settled myselfContinue reading “Summer Solstice”
Place
Look at me,really.Not a glance as you passthrough the daily grindthat grinds you down to function and noformof emotionto see my heart,this space is more than the sumof itspartsand peeling oilpaintsplattered where I see a picture,do you?Am I only four walls on a foundation,roof overhead, abedtoo hottoo coldjust right ? Look closer,behind features and paper-workContinue reading “Place”
A Cup of Yes
A few years ago, a friend sent me a text inviting me to tea. But a typo changed “cup of tea” to “cup of yes”, and I’ve loved the phrase ever since. When you tilt your gold-rimmed smile, lift the lid,steam rises and an amber sea swirls deepin the pot’s warm belly. I am tepidbutContinue reading “A Cup of Yes”
