Tag: raising children

Weetabix

Weetabix Each and very morning, my wife needs a quick fix; She’s compelled to devour her Weetabix.   Breakfasts in her native Slovakia were much more eclectic; When she came to Canada at age 10, out went the authentic. A ship without mooring, she ingested every sort of North American comestible; Her parents, non-plussed, found..

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Seen but not heard/ A legacy of bad parenting

Seen but not heard My father’s attitude toward children was simple: They were to be seen but not heard; Or preferably not seen… nor heard. That was the simplest solution of all for Jim McBryde.   Dad had a particularly hard spot For rambunctious boys, Especially from my mother’s side of the family; Cousins Johnny..

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Still Life Georgetown, Ontario Summer 1961

  Still Life                          Georgetown, Ontario, Summer 1961   His name was Mr. Inglis. We called him the Merry Mailman. He delivered every envelope with the warmest of smiles. I would meet him in the streets of our neighborhood, especially during summer, As he made his daily rounds. He was also my baseball coach. So we..

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I Love Toddlers

I Love Toddlers   I love toddlers….toddling, waddling…   Hopping Leaping Swaggering Staggering   Dancing Playing Prancing Scowling   Yowling Pinching Howling Slumbering   Spitting Hitting Biting Devouring     Laughing Bleating Kicking Gyrating   Smiling Chuckling Tasting Regurgitating   Doodling Scribbling Smacking Crying   Painting Stomping Singing Prying   Staring Marching Hacking Hopping  ..

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Up Yer Kilt…Reflections on Robbie Burns Day, January 25

  Up Yer Kilt… Reflections on Robbie Burns Day, January 25…an excerpt from my book titled My Time with You Has Been Short but Very Funny. During my tumultuous childhood, whenever my father would ferociously dress down my mother, a near daily occurrence, he would do so in broad Scots dialect, like a Highlander haranguing..

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A Classroom Visitor: January 1982

I had to bring my 10-month-old baby son to Short Story class at CEGEP Champlain St. Lawrence junior college in Quebec City in January 1982 A Classroom Visitor: January 1982 One’s life is an urn Smashed into shards Made up of memories Sparked, determined, and falsified by Songs, stories, and photographs.   Photos create shards…

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Skinned alive… surviving by the skin of my teeth

Skinned alive… surviving by the skin of my teeth For a great many years, I contemplated suicide on a near daily basis. That I didn’t actually follow through on these ideations had much less to do with principles or consideration for others than with an abiding terror of disappearing forever into the yawning abyss of..

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Mythic family figures/Les figures familiales mythiques…New Years 2024

Mythic family figures La version française suit la version anglaise. Happy New Year to one and all!  Bonne année à tous et à toutes ! When I was a little kid, New Years Eve and New Years Day always had a particular resonance for my family because January 1 marked my parents’ wedding anniversary; they..

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Anne Is The True Artist In Our Home: Song Version

My old friend Andy McClelland is a brilliant singer/songwriter, an Indie musician with an amazing portfolio. He has given me a wonderful Christmas gift by turning two of my poems into songs.   Here is the second tune called… Anne Is The True Artist In Our Home You can give the tune a listen by..

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Christmas Tears: An Excerpt in Two Languages

La version française suit la version anglaise. An excerpt from “Christmas tears”, a story featured in my book My Time with You Has Been Short but Very Funny. I have always wept at Christmas, yes, and sometimes tears of joy.   When we were children in Georgetown Ontario, our parents dragged us to church, St…

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