Monday, October 20, 2014
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
I managed to get a story about our stay there published in the "Renaissance" magazine, the publication for Ottawa members of the Retired Teachers of Ontario.
We have three holidays planned for 2014. In February we head to Myrtle Beach with my golf clubs. In June we return to Maine and the Acadia National Park. In late August and early September we take a cruise on the Rhine River from Amsterdam to Basle. 2014 should also be a great year.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all the readers of this blog. May your 2013 have been as great as ours, and 2014 be as good as ours promises to be.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
So, on Monday I fished out these materials and decided to make as many baskets as I could from these left over materials.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again:
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their homeland they are known
As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
This poem was read during the Remembrance Sunday Service today at our church. It was written just a few weeks after the start of WW1 after over a quarter million casualties were reported, just a small proportion of those to come.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Other winter preparations will include removing dead flowers from the deck and gardens, and replacing the car's summer tires with winter tires. Winter holidays are already booked, so that part is well in hand.