Journal of displaced Canuck

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Village of the Damned

I once had an aunt. Perhaps I still do though I think I heard she passed away some years back. She was married to my uncle, the one who committed suicide in his 20s. Before he died he produced two children, a boy and a girl. The girl was only months older than me; the boy about two years older.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Little white pills

I can still see those little white pills fly across the kitchen floor under the impact of the blade, as Grandma would cut them in half. They were ‘for her nerves’ she would say when questioned about popping these jagged pieces, so tiny it was surprising they could be of any use at all. But Grandma... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Ahhhhh...Summer!

Many of us are in the midst of a snowstorm, one they are already calling 'historic'. Outside my window the snow is swirling, blowing and drifting, darkening several windows. While I love wintertime and snow, I'm also doing a little summer dreaming of the times I spent with my grandma when I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Tissue Veils

I’m not sure when or how my Grandma got the nickname “Gravel Gertie” but during silly times that’s what my sister and I would call her. I suspect it was my sister who bestowed her with this title. I was the quiet child; my sister more outgoing; she was a child with a twinkle in her eye. My mother... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Seminarian

She kept her toaster on the kitchen table. That always seemed strange to me. At home, our toaster had it’s own inconspicuous spot, tucked neatly into a corner on the counter. Grandma’s sat at the end of the chrome kitchen table, in a pool of crumbs but always at the ready to pop in some bread to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Chucky the Dolly?

She was a boarder who lived at my Grandmother’s house. She was rotund but hid her body under wildly flowered ‘house dresses’. Her hair was grey and stuck out from around her round face like matted wool. Her eyes were watery and red-rimmed and when I was near her they followed my every move. She... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Fickle Feline

Grandma was a cat lover. As long as I can remember, a feline of some sort took up residence in Grandma’s sprawling old house. Often a litter of kittens pierced the air with their pitiful little cries and Grandma made sure they were all weaned before offering them up to a good home. I’m not sure how... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

I’ve never seen anyone whose ears touched their shoulders before. Even with the layers of crocheted shawls heaped around her neck I can’t help but stare in amazement at these long pieces of soft skin. So I try to concentrate on the 237 wrinkles on her face instead. Grandma has taken me to see Mrs.... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Color My World

Does anyone remember that old Chicago tune? I heard it on the radio today and every time I do it takes me back to a high school gym in the very early 1970s. I was new to the world of boys. Until I started high school I'd wanted to be a nun. Sad, but true. And then one day, as I was walking down the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It's puzzling!

A few months ago I started to do crossword puzzles. In the past, puzzles of any sort have left me totally baffled and I'd decided long ago that my brain just didn't 'work that way.' Just looking at the jagged pieces of a jigsaw puzzle made my head hurt. I gave up helping my kids do them when they... Sign in to see full entry.

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