The Canadian years, 100, the hunting party

The hunting party The house was quiet, I did not need to worry. I only had to make sure that I would be gone before the monsters awoke. The Gnome would not come passed this night, he was under the assumption that I was docile and would participate in the planned accident that he would stage. I let the affairs of the last few mon...

The Canadian years, 99, the accident

The accident ‘We can not go on like this, and we have to break contact,’ said my father. ‘Please note, you are eager to go to Australia, which is possible only with your cooperation.’ ‘Yes’, I said. ’Everyone that you know closely, knows that you have had a difficult time, with the loss of your brother and your mot...

The Canadian years, 98, the plan as good as murder

The plan as good as murder ‘Dad,’ I said, ‘may I ask you something?’ ‘Sure boy,’ my father said jovially. ‘What has ever happend with the gun that Evert had?’ The tune of the British Legion, and the recruitment chat ended and my father looked painfully surprised. All my senses were razor sharp, the time creaked a...

The Canadian years, 97, the ring and the plan

The ring and the plan ‘Can you look,’ I asked Richard, ‘whether there is work for me in drywall construction?’ ‘Do not be silly,’ Rico said, ‘you’ll finish make school and then you’ll go away from here.’ ‘If I am lucky,’ I said, but I'm worried. I have not endeared me, but I can no longer cope, well, with...

The Canadian years, 96, the change

The change Thus passed two weeks, I kept a very low profile, because to quote Don's words, I wanted to make it to May. I only had to get 15 points to complete high school and succeed. The sciences had gone well and I made plans, but yes we all do that at times. Fifteen out of one hundred credits were peanuts, everyone would be a...

The Canadian years, 95, all comes together

It all comes together ‘Above my bed,’ I said, ‘no nonsense he had a hammer and I do not know what kept him from doing me in, but it was a toss-up.’ ‘I do not believe that,’Don said, ‘you think so because you were a party in it all.. but then that makes you not objective.’ Explain,’ I said. ‘Oh, a bit more psy...

The Canadian years, 94, Pascha's hammer

Pascha’s hammer No one was there when I got home and I put on dry pants. Now life would be different. I was a relic from another era. Someone who would not fit well into the new. In May, I would sit my departmental exams and then my highschool years were over. In Alberta departementals immediately served as admission to the un...

The Canadian years, 93,..the river flows..

The river flows It was a quiet night, protected by my mother, I slept the sleep of the innocent. I thought about our lives when we were all still really happy and before I knew it I had fallen in a deep sleep. I was not plagued by dreams of drinking pastors, or patches from India and if it were so, then they blurred away in the ...

The Canadian years, 92, the ashes and the river

The ashes and the river The evening passed and in any story of my father, I appeared better and bigger than life. I looked at the ring and shut myself off from all the complimentary stories. It had come out of the hands of my grandfather . I felt that I now had a talisman, a connection to my grandfather, a connection to the anci...