MARJORIE AND KEVIN SKATING DOWN THE FIFTH LINE
There was a time when the fifth line was regularly ice covered sometimes so thick and smooth that Marjorie and Kevin skated from our farm right down past Kerrs and on to Saunders, then Lietches and Fabers and onward. They could have reached Highway 7 easily. About two miles of ice covered road gently sloping south.
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Subject: Sick and tired of Skeoch…??
Date: November 13, 2017 at 6:58:15 AM GMT-5
World is strange
Today I will be on TV CBC re the island ferries…you might have opinions
Why me? They needed a willing person with stupid ideas and an eccentric father (if they use that memory)
Why tell you? Egomaniac
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On May 27, 1944, a Halifax Bomber, HX 313, was ripped and torn by a German night Fighter after dropping its bomb load on Bourg Leopold, Belgium.
A cousin who I had never met was the upper Middle Gunner and was killed as the night fighter shells ripped across the underbelly of the plane. Over the last few decades I have been able to reconstruct much of what happened before, during and after that fateful evening. My use of dialogue may offend sensitive ears. Sorry about that. This will be a long story…to be sent in segments.
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So the 125th is over. Return of the Native has happened. Lots to think about…old friends, older teachers, still older hallowed halls of the old school. Mistakes made.
Achievements that surpassed me. Probably a few grads who considered me a fool. And a few good friends who liked me in spite flaws. That is how you know colleagues are more than just fellow travellers.
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Nov. 3, 2017
“Long ago I hung a little sign in the old pantry of our farm house….before we gutted and rebuilt everything. It said, “My Days Are in The Yellow Leaf”. It is a quote from Lord Byron which he may have borrowed and changed from Shakespeare’s Macbeth, “My way of life is fallen into the sere and yellow leaf.” Both quotes are depressing…expressions of dread…
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