On a hot, clearsky day in the early summer of 1932, Mrs. Petrowski got her piano. It arrived on the 3:00 o’clock westbound, all padded and crated up, and required several men, grunting and heaving, to lower it from the box car onto Kelley’s freight wagon. The dray horses were familiar with the noises of the train, but shied nervously away from the crowd that had gathered to witness this momentous event. Frank Kelley held the reins taut, and calmed the massive pair of Clydesdales by repeating their names, Star and Tanner, and adding “steady now” and “whoa” in his church choir baritone voice. There was other freight: canned goods and fabrics for the general store, machinery parts for McCleary’s Machine Shop, and the mail bag for the post office, but it was all set on the station platform to be dealt with later.
The piano commanded a solo performance. It was hauled along the dusty main street alone, standing high and regal in the wagon, and followed by a parade of townspeople, and even some district farmers and their wives, who normally only came to town to meet the eastbound that carried their cans of cream and crates of eggs back to the city. Read More
The Minesing Swamp is a vast area of wetland just north of Toronto. It is a unique assembly of microclimates.
These are my memories of the Minesing Swamp. My father and I often visited while he was alive.
The cool of the evening
bears the wind of surrender
The lyrical sweep
of the gull’s sad cry
is the way that the air
down to the ground
In the soft dusk glow
vague silence is softly broken
by a sigh Read More
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