I’m remembering the music at the “Fridays at the Foster” concert on the eve of July 1, but the most profound impact for me was the visual presence and the spoken words of each musician – Raven (Murphy), Marie-Lynn (Hammond), Bryon (O’Sullivan) as each told of their heritage in this, “Our Home And Native Land.”
My birth place was among them. Celtic music was part of my young years at school in England, learning the jigs and reels of Scottish country dancing and the choral versions of Welsh and Irish anthems.
I have lived in Canada longer than in my birth country. Being a full-time parent and raising three amazing women who all have families of their own, and of whom I’m so proud, is a source of great joy. My life is full and I share it all with my husband who, though also born in England, came to this country as young child.
O Canada, strong and free, I (continue to) stand on guard for thee!
Sitting in my dentist’s office today, I overheard a conversation that was truly heart warming. I wasn’t eavesdropping (it’s a tiny waiting room) but what happened reaffirmed my decision to move from the city to this wonderful town called Uxbridge.
A senior had just finished his appointment and was checking out (I guess his check-up didn’t go as planned since the receptionist was setting up a specialist appointment for a tooth extraction.) While on the phone, she gave him options on a few dates and times. Unfortunately, he was having a hard time committing since he wasn’t sure if he could arrange transportation (the specialist was located in Pickering.) Finally, he agreed to an appointment four weeks away.
What happened next made my jaw drop. She hung up the phone and told him that his appointment was on a Tuesday. And if he couldn’t get transportation, she’d be happy give him a drive, since it was her day off.
Wow, tell me you’d ever see that compassion in the big city…not in a million years!
Angela, thank you. You made my day, and you are a very special person.
I really feel for Tammy Murphy who wrote to your paper (“Letters,” July 13 edition). I hope things are better for her. The vandalism in this town is huge. I hear groups of youth at all times of night wandering around. I hear young drunken males and females arguing near my windows in the early morning hours. It’s as though the world exists for them only.
Our car was broken into recently as well. Why is there damage to the historical railway equipment? Why is the tressel on the trail system burned down? Why is the snack kiosk at the park habitually vandalized? Why did one male youth out of several decide to defecate on my neighbour’s front lawn two summers back? Why do I find empty beer bottles and cans on my lawn so often? Why does the police aircraft operate at night so much?
Some parents are clueless. Their children don’t do wrong things. It’s the other kids, not their own.
Oh, and don’t ask about their driving skills and habits. Not enough room in your newspaper.
Please do not use my name. I don’t want children taking revenge.
Name withheld upon request