tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post7377804558627021275..comments2024-03-27T10:30:15.253-06:00Comments on Standing Into Danger: The Lansdowne Letters: The Stag Party Fundy Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-2710997843827589022015-10-18T21:00:30.578-06:002015-10-18T21:00:30.578-06:00I think Dad would be pleased; I hope he would. He...I think Dad would be pleased; I hope he would. He entrusted his letters to me, and he and my mother knew and supported the idea that sometime I'd write a memoir of that time. I just never thought it would be this lated in life. Had to earn a living, I guess! I feel like one of those old serial writers that used to publish in newspapers, although I can't crank out the words like they did! Have a great week, My friend. Hi to Ron; pats to SD. We're having great fun with Gracie and Rufus!<br />Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-68717356728611441122015-10-18T20:57:39.989-06:002015-10-18T20:57:39.989-06:00Isn't it funny how reading something can trigg...Isn't it funny how reading something can trigger a memory? We have so many things buried in our minds. I haven't polished my shoes with a brush in ages, although guaranteed, I know how to do it! That's one of my favorite childhood memories of Donnie. She was the sister I shared a room with, and sometimes a bed with, throughout my childhood. Have a happy week!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-88990425697395758152015-10-18T17:01:19.088-06:002015-10-18T17:01:19.088-06:00So THAT"S why you were at Greenwood! We were ...So THAT"S why you were at Greenwood! We were wondering too......thanks for asking, Debra!<br /><br />You know what, Louise? These letters have kept your Dad alive, through you. What a wonderful acknowledgement. We are a captive audience here and I am wondering what you think your father would think of this?<br />I can see that social nights/get-togethers were an integral part of keeping sane up there.<br />Thanks for this, Louise. It's like reading a weekly chapter in an adventure series book.<br />Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199777195853274898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-36504021029241380082015-10-18T07:39:18.061-06:002015-10-18T07:39:18.061-06:00My dad instantly came to mind when I read about sh...My dad instantly came to mind when I read about shining shoes with a brush. My dad used to do that and I can see the whole scenario in my mind like it was yesterday.<br /><br />This is another wonderful post. I can only imagine how hard it was some days in such isolation but it seems like you dad kept himself busy. And I love that he stood up for your sister Donnie to keep her candy. I would have done the same thing! She certainly earned it.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09262406079948479112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-43020240254467722932015-10-18T07:23:49.763-06:002015-10-18T07:23:49.763-06:00Thank you, Stephanie! You're so right about t...Thank you, Stephanie! You're so right about the ubiquitous devices. Everyone is so absorbed in the on-line world that they're not interacting with the real people around them. I say this while I'm drinking my morning coffee at the counter with my computer and my husband is in his chair with his coffee and computer. We're back to back, LOL! Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-30494981079880571542015-10-18T07:16:29.032-06:002015-10-18T07:16:29.032-06:00Thanks, JarieLyn! Good to see you!
Thanks, JarieLyn! Good to see you!<br />Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-68258722161690654402015-10-18T06:05:14.302-06:002015-10-18T06:05:14.302-06:00Such beautiful memories. I love it! I think everyo...Such beautiful memories. I love it! I think everyone today has so much to entertain us, we don't do simple things like play cards with friends. Those nights had so many memories attached to them. A night where everyone sits around, playing on their electronic devices, doesn't have the same lasting power!Stephanie Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461865229341760836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-44542251578775150612015-10-17T23:39:57.203-06:002015-10-17T23:39:57.203-06:00Fascinating as always. Fascinating as always. ~JarieLyn~https://www.blogger.com/profile/02519086938256175022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-35509154570495746762015-10-17T09:43:22.997-06:002015-10-17T09:43:22.997-06:00Thanks, Jean! That photo of my sister Donnie is m...Thanks, Jean! That photo of my sister Donnie is my all time favorite of her! And Barb's is one of my top favorites of her! I used to play canasta with my grandmother MacDonald. This stern, proper Baptist lady was a shark when it came to playing cards. There was nothing she loved more than winning, and she would snap up a fat discard pile to lay down tons of points with the greatest glee! Grammy was also lots of fun, but she could look like a towering wrath of God thunderhead is she disapproved of what you were doing! I hope you are enjoying a lovely weekend!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-48531617899958859492015-10-16T21:55:51.772-06:002015-10-16T21:55:51.772-06:00What great photos of you all, wee Donnie, what a t...What great photos of you all, wee Donnie, what a treasure, and I guess your Mum made all your clothes ,look at her gorgeous dress. I played Canasta with my Dad and another couple, all farmers or in related jobs, I loved the thrill of getting close to winning, guess I was about 12 or so!!! Being resourceful in your Dad's situation tells so much of his inner strength and amazing character. I do enjoy the Friday letters so much.Nancy Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854698513524662527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-72144344702864611322015-10-16T12:06:53.711-06:002015-10-16T12:06:53.711-06:00Wow! I had forgotten the keys! That would be the s...Wow! I had forgotten the keys! That would be the same nervous energy I live with every day. He used that same whistle when decorating the Christmas tree. <br /><br />How about resting his arms on the podium and rocking it when he was giving a speech at an assembly? Another strong sound memory is Dad hand-sharpening his carving knife before he carved the Sunday beef or festive ham, lamb, or turkey!<br /><br />btw, the picture of we "pets" with Dad in the backyard in Alymer is one of my favorites ever of you! <br /><br />Hugs back at you!<br />Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-62849622320515660262015-10-16T11:02:17.171-06:002015-10-16T11:02:17.171-06:00Once again you stirred my memories Louise - the dr...Once again you stirred my memories Louise - the dry low whistle while shinning shoes - the other sound memory I have is Dad playing with keys in his pocket as he walked the hall at school. Big hug - your sister BarbAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-22435403335668772672015-10-16T09:02:40.490-06:002015-10-16T09:02:40.490-06:00To this day, Pat, there is nothing I enjoy more th...To this day, Pat, there is nothing I enjoy more than a hard fought game of cards, especially with my siblings. And the trash talk during the game with all the ribbing that follows is half the fun! Of course we're not playing with a Roman Catholic priest and brother, so our language may be a little more colorful! Happy Friday, my friend!<br />Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-20869369870669037572015-10-16T08:54:18.614-06:002015-10-16T08:54:18.614-06:00Hi Debra! My dad had been a supply officer in the...Hi Debra! My dad had been a supply officer in the RC Air Force at Greenwood, but left to return to civilian life in sometime in the summer of 1959. His plan was to return to Acadia to get an education degree as soon as he could afford to. And my mother wanted to go back to Acadia to complete her degree which was put on hold by my arrival and the death of Dad's father. But then that chance ad about teaching in the north came up, the money was good, and on the spur of the moment Dad applied, changing the course of his and our lives radically. So that's why we were living in PMQs. Happy Friday, my friend!<br /> Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-85068794553428927242015-10-16T07:58:51.160-06:002015-10-16T07:58:51.160-06:00A great way to pass the time indeed. Always fun wh...A great way to pass the time indeed. Always fun when they are hard fought games and then can pick when you win hahaPat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-25779515753770611212015-10-16T07:29:40.048-06:002015-10-16T07:29:40.048-06:00How come you were living in military housing?How come you were living in military housing?Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.com