Archive for November, 2015

Art Bridge Scenes

Here is one of the panels from the Art Bridge activity created over Thanksgiving Weekend, 015.  I remember the days well:  a blaze of sunshine and the open range to myself.  I was alone!  And so created a few of these:

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(That raven is inspired by one of my favourite artists and I want to share some of their work very soon!)

Remembrance Day 2015

“In front of Caen we had with us the Maisonneuves from Montreal and they were a wild bunch.  We were in an area around a little place called Ifs and there was a huge church in this little place with a very tall steeple.  And up in this steeple was a sniper.  She got several of the Frenchmen before they got her.  When they caught her they hooked her up behind a jeep and after towing her around for a few miles there wasn’t much left to see.  She nearly got me one night since our platoon was right there.  This gal would come down to the main part of the church at night and play her game.  As I was going into the platoon she nicked me across the bridge of my nose.  My buddy upstairs must have jarred her elbow.  She drew blood but that was all.

The next night our boys were still in the same position but I was told to find another route in case the church had been shelled and fallen over the road I was using to reach the platoon.  I found another trail in and was almost there when there was a terrific bombardment of 88’s coming my way.  So I hid behind a wall about 3 feet high.  I was there for 2 hours and it was there that I figured out that if I lived till tomorrow I would appreciate every day afterwards.”

From my Dad’s War Stories, near the town of Ifs, south of Caen, France, late June 1944.

Dad and his 27 Chev, back home at the Ranch, Mindemoya, c.1996

Dad and his 27 Chev, back home at the Ranch, Mindemoya, c.1996

Mom and Dad in his 27 Chev, at home at the Ranch, summer of 1996

Mom and Dad in his 27 Chev, at home at the Ranch, summer of 1996

Yes.  I am going to the Remembrance Day service near the town of Mindemoya.

A beauty November morning on the range!

Wow!  We get these stretches of glorious sun and beauty warm climes this late in the season…  man oh man we just have to stop and take a good look around!  This morning, November 5th, was one of those magical times: a blaze of sun and heat, no wind, nothing but birds and the river…

the Manitou at 815 a.m.

the Manitou at 815 a.m.

I had to see it for myself so i took a little stroll up to the waterfalls: whew!  What a scene in every direction.

the pooch in the cedar grove at 830 a.m.

the pooch in the cedar grove at 830 a.m.

It really was one of those moments where you have to stop and do a 360, slowly, and ask:  Where am I?

the open range on November 5th

the open range on November 5th

Well I had the good fortune with this answer:  I am at home.

one of the mares

one of the mares

Yes.  We wrote a song with the band, ages ago it seems, called Place of Peace.  The band mates wrote that in the van on the Yellowhead Highway, east bound, in the middle of the night, coming home from the Northern StoryTelling Festival in Whitehorse.  I remember it coming together as I was behind the wheel, taking us to somewhere outside Brandon for sunrise.  I think of that song every now and again but especially on a morning like this!  Wow.