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Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
I wouldn't call myself a quilter. In fact the idea of buying gorgeous fabric just to cut up into little pieces to meticulously stitch back together again is a bit of a paradox to me. I love to reuse fabric or create from someone else's scraps though. Way back in university days I needed something... Continue Reading →
February makes me crya mixture of snow and rainconstant greyIβm glad he died in February, why spoil another month A mixture of snow and rainmessy slushIβm glad he died in February, why spoil another monthsad ground, dirty snow and frozen mud Messy slushtrudging to the ICU, heavy footed, heavy heartedsad ground, dirty snow and frozen... Continue Reading →
Belle's SoundI love knitting with small needlesmindless rowsaccumulatingno thinking muscle memorymindless rowsclickingno thinking muscle memoryGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handclickingpure funGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handaddictionpure funaccumulatingaddiction or salvationI love knitting with small needlesEv WardJanuary 14, 2025
Listening to Katherine May interviewing Erica Berry on her new book Wolfish triggered the memory of my first Hallowe'en costume, Red Riding Hood. Wolves have often been a cypher for our fears. Berry believes wolves are more than what they seem β that we project our fears onto them and make them symbols of everything... Continue Reading →
I did something today which some purists might consider anathema. I spilt up a set of Minton fine bone china, Windermere pattern. And to make myself feel even more guilty it was bequeathed to me by my dear aunt. To be truthful it wasn't a full set with serving dishes, teapot and all, but a... Continue Reading →
So what do you do with all those old photographs? Our old Edwardian house had a large entranceway. So instead of being tucked away in old albums the walls of our foyer got decked out in the black and white photos of our lineage. Everyday I looked at one or more of these pictures as... Continue Reading →
The reason my maternal grandparents built their cottage in 1938 in South Beach, Gimli, Manitoba was because my grandmother Winifred's older brother Percy Harris built there first. So why did her older brother build a cottage in Gimli sometime around 1912? Lake Winnipeg, the eleventh largest freshwater lake in the world, was a short trip... Continue Reading →
Born to Percy and Winifred Carter (nee Harris) in Feb 6, 1927, Maxine grew up in the north end of Winnipeg with her sister, Sylva. The family regularly attended Tabernacle Baptist Church, all of them singing in the choir. Maxine had a beautiful soprano voice and did vocal and piano duets with her sister, performed... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite pictures, circa 1963, is this one of me and my Mum in front of the Christmas tree. It's badly taken, that's for sure. Probably from my Grampa Percy's camera. I noticed that my Grandmother Winifred appears reflected in the living room window of my childhood home. Kind of spooky, considering my... Continue Reading →
My Dad represented the joy of Christmas for me. And even though heβs dead now, he still does. From him I learned the immense joy of the Feast of Christmas. When he left home in 1942 and βimmigratedβ to Winnipeg he carried on the Ward tradition and prepared his own little feast, within the Feast,... Continue Reading →
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