On the 50th anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald, on Lake Superior.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot
A song as powerful now as when it was written 50 years ago.
Thank you Gordon Lightfoot!
Last Blast at the Simcoe County Museum, where the past meets the present.
Back in the days when kids walked back and forth to school, uphill both ways. They walked through rain and snow, sleet and bright sunshine.
I think I can, I think I can, chugged the little engine that could.
I love the smell of fresh sawn lumber.
Vintage machinery, once shiny and new, built the roads we now travel through.
A wonderful mode of transportation.
Is it a violin, or is it a fiddle?
One way or another I will get there. I will get there.
I will get to the Last Blast at the Simcoe County Museum in 2026!
Fall, Leaves, Fall. by Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall;
die, flowers, away;
lengthen the night and shorten the day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossoms where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Art speaks where words can not.
Masterpiece after Masterpiece, from the part of the world where my ancestors come from.
In the beginning, in a beautiful garden.
Religion in art. Art speaks the way words can not.
Religion. It is still important in today’s world.
Sunnidale Park was the location of Barrie’s, 2025, SuperWalk to raise funds to help find a cure for Parkinson’s Disease.
The event raised over $33,000 to help ensure that a full and active life is possible for the 110,000 plus Canadians living with this disease.
Starting at the Dorian Parker Centre, approximately 100 participants walked the Middle Loop Trail in Sunnidale Park.
My first walk-a-thon since high school will hopefully become a yearly event.
The colours of summer’s end…….
Appreciation
Passion
Awareness
Thankfulness
Healing
Yahweh
APATHY…..KICK IT OUT!!!!!
Ice cream
Melting
Sweetness
Running down
Into a puddle
On the ground.
Little ants
Scurry
Round and round
Hoping for more
Ice cream
To find its way
DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm looking at a blue book
Laying on a shelf.
It's staring back at me,
Yelling about itself.
Pick me up, it says.
Open the cover and turn the page.
It holds the information
That you are afraid to crave.
You need to study me
To read my every word.
You will feel so much better
After every word is heard.
But I only stare
As tears roll down my face.
I hate its very existence,
I want it to disappear without a trace.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 