This is an object of objects, both symbolic and practical. Like a tickle trunk or Mary Poppins' travel bag, this old suitcase is a box of dreams and memories, represented by things old and older. Although apocryphal, my memory tells me that this suitcase once belonged to my great-grandmother - my mom's dad's mom, known... Continue Reading →
Theatre on Film
As many who know me know, I'm a great fan of both theatre and film. I'm also a fan of lists. One recent insomniac night, I began a list of best films about theatre. I was able to construct (and remember the next morning) a list of ten, and so here they are, for your... Continue Reading →
Item #13: Cow-er Pot
A childish object from my adulthood, this little item is reminiscent of my family’s tendency to wordplay, extensive and repetitious wordplay. At some point, a series began relating to cows. You know the ones: the udderly ridiculous, the moo-re the merrier, the gulli-bull (stolen from Bugs Bunny, that one). I don’t remember how it started,... Continue Reading →
Tell me another one…
Today is Tell-a-Story Day. It is also what would have been my Pop’s 69th birthday. So it seems highly appropriate to tell a story about him. There are many to choose from, some quirky and delightful, some not so much. Sometimes, when I’d tell him something strange or fantastic, or if I attempted a fib,... Continue Reading →
Item #12: Carabiner and nut
A few years after first moving to Vancouver, I started some new hobbies: camping, hiking, and, rock climbing. The first two I still do, albeit only occasionally and not very well. Not unlike the third one, which I did more frequently (and only marginally better) but gave up after a few years, once appreciating my... Continue Reading →
Item #11: Ciao pencil case
I remember the day I bought this (not the date, but the day). It was August 1984, and I was back-to-school shopping - starting-university shopping to be precise. School was just a few weeks away, and I had very little concept of what was to come. Having come from a Catholic all-girls school, it was... Continue Reading →
Item #10 – Address List
At first I wasn't sure whether to include this as an object, but since it is a thing, valued as much for its substance as its content, I think it counts. Titled "Robyn's Residences", it was written in or around 1990, when I first moved from Winnipeg to Vancouver. I don't recall the exact circumstance,... Continue Reading →
Lists of 2015
Things that made me sad: Charlie Hebdo ISIS Niqab debate Oliver Sacks John Nash Charleston Things that irritated me: Anti-vaxxers Stephen Harper Christy Clark (a three-peat) Donald Trump and the entire GOP cabal Mike Duffy, Pamela Wallin and the Senate cabal Trigger warnings Things that inspired me: Trish Keating, Leslie Laforest, Sean Connor The Rosetta Mission Omar... Continue Reading →
Deliciously descriptive
I've had the blessing over the last few months to read a lot more than I usually do, and I was delighted to find enjoyment in so many of the things I read. In addition to a few books, I've enjoyed various news sites, blogs and online versions of magazines. In early June, I read... Continue Reading →
Item #9 – Doc Martens
My precious Doc Martens were recently resurrected - rescued from certain banishment to the trash bin by the wizardry of a local cobbler. With new soles and laces, and a good polish, mama has some new old shoes. I include these in the object category as they are things of mine with meaning beyond their... Continue Reading →
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