Tag: childhood stories

Escaping the rough by choosing the right club

Escaping the rough by choosing the right club In 1964, when I was 12 years old, our family moved from Georgetown to London Ontario. This permanent change of scene came as a devastating blow, complete with the typical leaving behind of school and friends, entailing the requisite adjustment to a new, bigger city culture. In..

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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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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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Losing my Kitten

Losing my Kitten A free verse poem on loss and memory The imminent loss of my beloved Anne evokes childhood loss.   Anne, my Kitten, a mortally wounded creature, quivers in my arms, her body folded into the shape of soon-to-be eternal surrender. I whisper her pet name, “Kit, Kitty,” my lips brushing the soft..

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For Anne in her palliative care bed, every day is “Sweet Dessert Day”

For Anne in her palliative care bed, every day is “Sweet Dessert Day”   Rewind to the early 1980s: Like so many first-time parents, Anne and I were brimming with righteous resolve to shield our offspring from the evils of junk food. “Sweet Dessert Day” was our grand idea, a weekly treat so exclusive it..

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For Anne, Who Still Loves the Soundscape of Dr. Seuss

For Anne, Who Still Loves the Soundscape of Dr. Seuss In the thinning light of evening, your hands still reach for colours that rhyme. The gentle tumble of Seuss’s words spills like bright marbles across the quiet hospital room. Perhaps they remind you that the world can stay playful, even when the body forgets how…

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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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Reflections on Christmas Sunday and Christmas Carol Season: A Loss of Innocence

Reflections on Christmas Sunday and Christmas Carol Season: A Loss of Innocence   From an early age I have been obsessed with the Biblical narrative of the Fall from grace, with its vivid imagery of innocence lost in Eden.   From the time that I turned 12 or so, the story has resonated deeply as..

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