Now I’m almost as old as Oliver was. Between naps I think of The Royal Crown Hotel lobby and meeting the Norweigan 70 years ago in Coronation — under ice blue skies that made your eyes ache, and outside the first snowfall, so white it would persuade you that the whole universe was pure.
I lived in Coronation, an Alberta village in Canada, until I was 18. These are links to Coronation stories & essays. Coronation Links 1- Paradise Found 2- As Time Goes By 3- Bees 4- Mr. Mills 5- The Glow of a Father 6- The Curious Case of The Boy with The Large Head (Part 1.) […]
I usually concentrate on writing humorous pieces.
Recently, though, I haven’t felt like writing funny stuff, since I’ve been thinking a lot about the death of my mother, Pearl. I miss her. She was wise and funny and compassionate.
Born in 1903, she weathered all the depressions—
Counting pennies, hating birds…
I usually concentrate on writing humorous pieces.
Recently, though, I haven’t felt like writing funny stuff, since I’ve been thinking a lot about the death of my mother, Pearl. I miss her. She was wise and funny and compassionate.
