Family
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Letters home.
The day before yesterday a parcel arrived from my sister. As one would expect this time of year it contained Christmas presents, but it also held other precious things. Earlier this year Michele and my dad had been searching for a letter from my Grandpa that I had been wanting. It was a letter he
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They grow not old
Remembrance Day is one of the most important days of the year for me. It is also a very emotional day for me, for I spend a good deal of it thinking about my Grandpa. I can easily see him in my minds eye, giving the Veterans Benediction at Remembrance Days long past. If I
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Out of the mouths of babes
Last night Travis was looking at some old pictures, including some of our wedding. He showed me one of Leah in her wedding dress and said "Look dad. Mom’s a Princess." I think so too.
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Giving Thanks.
Monday was our Thanksgiving, and we celebrated much as I have most of my life, with a big family supper. Baked Ham, Scalloped Potatoes, Turnips, Glazed Carrots, Cauliflower, and of course dessert… Apple, Pumpkin, and Peanut Butter Pies. Unfortunately holidays always make me miss my family even more than usual, but I did manage to
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Another Grevious Loss
One of the things that have kept me (and there have been several) from blogging over the last day or so has been our best weather since 2002. After a week of cold and drizzle and no planes it cleared off and we have had several days of 11 or 12 degree temperatures, sunny skies
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The other Clare Kines
Sixty-two years ago today my namesake died, murdered actually. And although it may seem strange to talk about murder in the midst of war, he along with 133 other Canadian and two British POW’s were executed, well away from the front lines, by members of the 12th Panzer Hitler Jugen. He was 29. Clare Davidson
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Where I should be… right now.
I love Arctic Bay, the environment, my home and the people here. But where I really need to be right now is in Roblin Manitoba. It is my mother’s eightyith birthday. She’s never seen Hilary, and hasn’t seen Travis since he was a little bigger than he is in this photo. Held by those same
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My Grandfather’s Clock
When I was small my mother would sing a song called My Grandfather’s Clock to me. Well to all of us really. It is a rhythmic song, one that children find very soothing, and very grounding. I now sing it for Hilary and sang it for Travis when he was a baby and toddler. There