Sunday, November 11, 2018

100 YEARS OF REMEMBRANCE

Up the hill at Kemble the autumn leaves are death-diving like mythical lemmings. The evening grosbeaks haven't had their fill yet. But surprise! A flock of robins pass through in an hour, hurrying southbound.



Back in Toronto, construction and renovations go on continuously, like this stone slinger delivering gravel for a basement apartment-to-be across the street. Christmas lights are being strung in the parks. Indoors, the seamstress prepares colourful memories of Indonesia.



Within minutes we can stroll to the ravine, an alternate serene universe. Leaves have gone paintbox but don't want to drop just yet. The locals know how special this place is.




Today is the 100th anniversary of the end of combat in Europe in WWI, the so-called "War to end all Wars". It's a major remembrance in Canada, the era in which this country forged its separate identity with blood, sweat, and tears. Pat's father went as far as training in WWII, and my dad did training and was shipped out to the west coast, but fortunately our families were spared any further action. Not so the thousands of other Canadians, remembered today at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. We'll be at our local gathering, Lest We Forget.




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