Looking Back

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky”
- Khalil Gibran

Father’s Day, Labour Day and a whole myriad of events are designated as “the day’ for supporting or celebrating that particular thing.  While it is significant to bring the subjects of these days into the light it is also important to remember that in some cases these acknowledgments should be on-going, not just for a day but for every single day of the year. 

Age-related hearing loss is a fact of life for many including myself. It is a slow descent into a world of frustration at the inability to discern what is being said because of background noise or sounds that just don’t register.

The remarkable Ximenez Quartet performed flawless baroque works by Mozart, Haydn, Pleyel, Gossec and Ximenez.

On my first trip to the Beltline I discovered, to my astonishment, that there were dozens of spectacular murals located in the streets, avenues and the back alleys of this inner core.  It was totally unexpected and the artwork was over the top and full of messages and creativity.

The walk is a reminder to all of us that we are all in this together and to watch out for those who are struggling and are uncertain what trail to take.

That place of no light is underground in a coal mine and once I got used to the absence of light the uncertainty of being there faded away. 

I would like to share a story with you. 

And the Prophet said,
“And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty.
And it stayed its hand from killing.
And from that day, it was as one dead.”
Old Arabian Proverb

In the last few years my railroad interests has been concentrated specifically on the world of train art lettering styles and trying to decipher what they say.

Practical jokes, within reason, put spice in our lives and we could use more of them these days

Their living room was full of supportive community members all wanting to share that official announcement.

It may surprise many of you to learn that the town of Blairmore had a Bangor Class minesweeper named after it in 1942.

The Kootenay geological formation holds the key to how the communities of the Pass developed

Recently the old dance hall at Crowsnest Lake was dismantled and levelled and all that remains now is a bare patch where this remarkable old pavilion once stood. 

“Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin,
To wrap the baby Bunting in”

The Great Depression led to many desperate money-making measures and people would do just about anything to try and survive.