Tag: 1950s

Unsafe at any speed revisited

Unsafe at any speed revisited I’m a horrible driver; I’ve always been a horrible driver. This deficiency is in my DNA: behind the proverbial wheel, my father was unsafe at any speed and my mother was beyond a shadow of a doubt the worst driver in history. (Various friends and relatives wanted to sue the..

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Winning the brownie

Winning the brownie For Lindsey Reed When I was a child growing up in Georgetown, Ontario, I loved playing little league baseball. The American side of my family was made up of baseball fanatics, including a second cousin who was a renowned semi-pro. I was a pudgy wanna-be star.   My goal throughout my six-year..

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Mourn on the 4th of July: An elegy for my American cousins and friends

Mourn on the 4th of July: An elegy for my American cousins and friends   For my dear, recently departed wife, Anne, travelling to Vermont, which we did quite frequently whilst in Canada, was like returning to her native region in the Carpathian foothills of Slovakia: the same green uplands folding one behind another, the..

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Riding the Insomnia Express

Riding the Insomnia Express I have suffered from insomnia since the age of about four years old, when the minister of our local United Church convinced me that all my cursing and swearing would lead me straight to hell, where unimaginable torment awaited.   Going To Hell – Robert McBryde I am now a wretched,..

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Losing My Marbles

Losing My Marbles 1957, Chapel Street Public School, Georgetown, Ontario, kindergarten with Mrs. Smith. If you misbehaved, “behind the piano” was your place of penance. We kids lived for recess, when we could “play marbles,” or allies, as we also called them. (Mrs., Smith was neither a big fan of marbles nor of the word..

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A Hole in my Heart

A Hole in my Heart In the small town of my childhood, the 1950s spoke in lowered voices: electrocution, harelip, stillbirth, a baby born with a hole in her heart. My parents carried these sorrows home as if misfortune were weather, settling over porches, kitchens, beds. I was but a fragile nestling, but already knew..

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Ne me quitte pas/ If You Go Away

Ne me quitte pas/ If You Go Away   As a Christmas present in 2002, our daughter-in-law Marie-Eve bought us tickets for a concert in honour of the magnificent French singer-song writer Jacques Brel, held in Quebec City. Anne and I were particularly moved by the cover version of “Ne me quitte pas.”  It stayed with..

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Kindred connections: The timeless bond of cousins for Anne and me

Kindred connections: The timeless bond of cousins for Anne and me   Cousins hold a truly unique place in our hearts – often the first friends we have in life, they bridge family ties and share in our joys and burdens with a special understanding born of shared history. In times of hardship, like the..

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Ramblings on January 25 to celebrate Robbie Burns’ Birthday

Ramblings on January 25 to celebrate Robbie Burns’ Birthday Every year, on January 25th, the Scottish people, including the Scottish diaspora, celebrate Burns’ Night. This is the night where Scots highlight the life and works of Robert Burns, a poet and lyricist, and arguably one of Scotland’s most notable figures.   https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-burns   In my..

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Christmas for Anne in Slovakia

Christmas for Anne in Slovakia As you know, many Canadians – and people the world over – celebrate Christmas today, on what we call “Christmas Eve.” https://flamingosschool.com/when-do-people-celebrate-christmas-in-various-countries-around-the-world/   For my wife Anne’s family December 25 was a mere afterthought, a day to recover from the previous day’s festivities. December 24 was THE day.   Anne’s..

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