A quiet day spent in conversation with family. Discovering a new K-pop group. NCT - 127. Then time with friends. Walking. Talking.
16 January, 2021
Bamboo forest
A quiet day spent in conversation with family. Discovering a new K-pop group. NCT - 127. Then time with friends. Walking. Talking.
12 January, 2021
Numbers of fallen leaves
Counting the numbers
03 January, 2021
Light at the end of the tunnel
02 January, 2021
Theme of 2021
01 January, 2021
New memories
31 December, 2020
New landscape
This year has changed the landscape of what we knew to be ours. Neighborhoods became unrecognizable. Shops windows darkened. Empty streets with only a scattering of school children. A division of those named as Essential Workers and those who normally populated the crowded city buses. The odd sensation of knowing everyone is in their homes, unless ordered or needed elsewhere.
30 December, 2020
Early morning
Early morning snow fall. The first this year. The end of the year. What a year! One of stillness and waiting.
27 December, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #14 The Buckley Family’s First Home (Lia)
Grandpa Buckley was a very stern and bitter man. Uncle Peter said he became bitter because he spent his whole life making sure his mother and all his siblings (they were 10 siblings, all boys but the one sister) rose out of the poverty they were born into.
We were told that Grandpa’s family immigrated to Canada during the Potato Famine in Ireland. I am not so sure that it is so since 1845-1849 seems a bit early. He said they came over at the end of the 1800s.
In all likelihood, saying they came over during the Potato Famine, was another way of saying they came over because they were poor. Being poor was a stigma for many Irish immigrants, no matter when they came over and under what circumstances.
The first house he and his family lived in when they arrived in Montreal was in the countryside. It was only the most rudimentary of houses; no running water, windows without glass, only shutters to keep out the cold, and far away from their neighbours.As he became older, he glorified those times. He’d asked Pat to drive him and grandma out to the countryside to take a look at the landmarks of his childhood. Pat was always puzzled about this. Grandpa, someone who very rarely had anything positive to say about anyone or anything, would spend his time in the car reminiscing about the good times they had back then.
24 December, 2020
Good tidings
Tidings of comfort and joy
23 December, 2020
20 December, 2020
To dear friends
Each day a candle, or two,
15 December, 2020
Artifacts
Numbers and charts and death notices
11 December, 2020
My life's mottos
My three life mottos…
07 December, 2020
Early morning tea with Bach
It is a dark early winter morning
02 December, 2020
Snow falling soundlessly
Novala Takemoto
01 December, 2020
Working at home contentedly
the street, lift my spirits
every time I look up from
my monitor of spreadsheets
with numbered columns
and razor precision... I see
a bundle of fairy lights, all
disordered and joyously free
29 November, 2020
Hadley Story Corner: #13 Us Three Girls In Grenada (Lia)
Grenada is the only place I have know my whole life. It is the place my heart sings to when I think the word home. It makes it all the harder now Dave and Pat’s house is sold. Thankfully, there are friends that anchor me there no matter where I am.
When we were living in Venezuela, Dave was inland for long stretches of time. There was also much political unrest at the end of the 1950s and early 1960s.
So, Pat would come to Grenada with the three girls to spend time with friends.
In my memory, we spent every day playing at Grand Anse Beach.
We would take a picnic basket of sandwiches. These always had a certain taste (soggy) and smell (mixture of warm tomatoes and sweaty cheese). To this day, whenever I make a picnic for travel… never sandwiches.
Some times we would spend the afternoon at the Silversands Hotel. Even though we didn’t live there, we were allowed to use their pool. I vaguely remember the women drinking cocktails to while the time away.
Years later, once we had moved from Venezuela to California and then to
Montreal, we would go down every winter to spend some weeks with our Grenadian
friends. We would stay at the Ross Point Inn, which was run by the Hopkin
family. It is there I learned to love callaloo soup with soft bread rolls and
crab meat salad.
The weeks and months we spent in Grenada over the years are precious memories to me.
28 November, 2020
Bamboo forest
I worked for many years as a consultant. To work successfully with a client, it was not only necessary to know what their goals were, but also, I needed insight into how they think. If both aspects of our work were clear, the work was fruitful.
27 November, 2020
Going in circles