Autobiographical

My First Air Flight – Donaldson International Airways

I came across this photo in my parent’s collection of slides and prints, and it reminded me that this was my very first air flight – a transatlantic journey from Toronto (it was called Malton Airport back then) to Belfast, with a refueling stop in Gander, Newfoundland. One of my earliest memories that precedes this …

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Richard Stoneman – Canadian Horse Riding Hero

The other day, I came across an article in The Globe & Mail about a Brazilian who had made an “epic ride” on horseback from Alaska to Calgary this year. It seems that it is not the first epic horseback ride that Filipe Masetti Leite has made, and according to the article, once traveled on …

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Harvesting Olives In Nea Ionia (Athens, Greece)

In Greece, while many people do not have much of a “yard” at their homes, many have a small garden in front, often with a native tree. The front “yard” here is quite small relative to the sizes of yards back in North America, but our tree of course is an olive. The neighbour on …

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Two Memories That Haunt – Aiding A Shooting Victim & Being Shot At

In the earlier post, I wrote about some of my first memories and some ideas about memory. I pointed out that memories can be a peculiar thing. I’ll take that a bit further while discussing some of the most haunting memories I have. I have tried to put them behind me, have seldom talked about …

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My Earliest Memory – The Empress Of Canada, 1966 – And Other Thoughts On Memory

Memories can be a peculiar thing. You can have them, lose them, and sometimes, memories will come flowing back into the mind like a river. Sometimes, when trying to recall something, the memories work like a small trickle, and then suddenly as you keep thinking about them, the trickle grows to a torrent. What I …

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