A TERROR ATTACK IN MY BARBECUE – TEXAS 2002
For this next piece, I will just free my mind and ramble around a bit in the cavern of my memory. The setting will be the Woodlands, Texas, after our transfer there in 2002. Our time in Texas was one…
BEWARE NORSEMEN HERE COMES JIMBO RED – YEAR 2000
After a brief foray, in my mind, to Mexico, I am back to my memories of our time in Scotland. As you are aware, I had broken my (more or less chronological) stream of writing, about adventures in and around…
A QUEST FOR THE HEALD TARTAN – SCOTLAND 1998
I will now leave, the memories of our brief sojourn in Canada behind, and move on to our time in Scotland. We had been lucky enough to return to Canada in the mid ’90’s, to provide our girls some grounding…
ROPING IN MEMORIES OF MY PAST AS THEY STAMPEDE THRU MY MIND
This next post, will break away from of our time in Calgary, and drift back to visions, of earlier times. Because of the fragile state of my mind, I must grasp and write down memories as they thunder past me.…
THIS BLOG IS ONE YEAR OLD! AMAZING, IMPOSSIBLE, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME
HAHAHAHAHAHA, I bet you didn’t think I’d be here a year, from when I started this blog. I am though! Beginning Last April, I was quarantined in our house by ol’ Bubbaloo, Ange, Ron, JMW, and D2. Basically they ganged…
OH YES I STILL REMEMBER OUTDOOR PLUMBING – THE EARLY YEARS 1950’s.
Once again, my mind drifts off to the early years of my life and too things that left an indelible image in my mind. Unlike most of the days gone past, memories of which have been scrubbed from my mind…
AAAHHH, HOME AT LAST, NOW TO SINK SOME ROOTS
In the last post, I jumped ahead of myself a wee bit, in order to get down on paper, a few memories of the girls in their new environment, while those memories yet remained with me. Ron was still not…
YEAR END MESSAGE 2020 – I’M STILL IN THE HUNT
Another eventful year passes and I am still kicking. It seemed that the last twelve months took a long time. One sure-fire way of slowing the acceleration of time, in your old age, is to go into isolation for a…
THE GREAT INFERNO AS REMEMBERED FROM A FOUR YEAR OLD’s MIND – 1950’s
As I lay here flipping thru the worn and wrinkled pages of my mind, I am struck by the fact that I can still pull out memories that are now reaching 67 years old. When I say that out loud,…
RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND – RECOLLECTIONS OF MY PARENTS
Now is the time to drift back a bit, and grasp onto a few of the fleeting reminders of my parents. A while back, I wrote a piece about how they came to live in Canada, where they met and…
