I came across this clip produced by the U.S. War Department in 1947, and thought it sounded frighteningly familiar given recent events. What’s that old admonition about those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it?
We’re thinking about our friend Bob Perske tonight; it was a year ago today he passed away at 88. Here’s who he was, a mentor to so many, and a buddy to our son Jim. When it all comes down to it, his message was simple and never more important than it is today: be kind. It lifts our hearts when we see his message pop up in random places, like this one in Half Moon Bay, California.
Here’s to you, Bob. We miss you.
The bluegrass laden take on Twelfth Night by Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan is an absolute treat! My husband, raised in Indiana, was transported to his childhood as soon as the opening musical number began. Even the walk over during a rainstorm last week couldn’t dampen our enthusiasm, and there’s plenty of hot coffee and cookies as big as your head before it all begins. The play is still on, so if you haven’t enjoyed this already, or could go again, there’s still time. Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan has been a summer family tradition ever since our kids were small. I don’t think it would be summer in Saskatoon without the magic under the big white tents on the riverbank.
Jim is proud as punch of his sister Erin, who just earned her second doctorate from University of Saint Augustine. Her dissertation, Employing Service Learning to Promote Student Self-Efficacy in Occupational Therapy Education – A Dissertation presented in Partial Fullfillment of the Requirements for the Degree of Doctor of Education, was approved. Jim sent “Bird” his congratulations with a sign and a smile:
My husband says he’s not sure who else would (or why) enjoy this birthday present as much as I did last week. Rather than going with me out to our vet to pick up cat food (our cat Ed has ‘issues’), he said “Go by yourself and visit Hamlet to your heart’s content.” YAY. Hamlet is recuperating from a nasty scrape with an SUV, so I was certain he needed Timbits, an old Cherry Blossom and a few chips. I know he’s watching his weight, so I only got a 10-pack in the Tim Horton’s drive thru. I found him recuperating in the haystack and we had a very nice visit. Thanks, Rick and Marilyn, for letting me have free range on your farm. And in keeping with the Shakespeare theme, when I got back (and cleaned up) we had a wonderful evening at Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan for Twelfth Night. Everyone happy, big smiles all around.
Wonderful sunny day at Diefenbaker Park. The Optimists Day in the Park is always a great opportunity to celebrate our home. We reaffirmed our oaths, ate our annual helping of dry ribs, visited the booths, people watched, and enjoyed how much fun everyone had as they appreciated where they live. On the way home, we passed a solitary cyclist showing his pride on the streets of Nutana.
And just for the record. Here’s the way the sentence was supposed to go: It was in 1534 that Jacques Cartier paddled over from France to ‘discover’ Canada, but it was home to many long before that –150 years ago, Canada became a federation. Yes, I know Cartier didn’t ‘paddle,’ but sailed. Sometimes my sense of humour fails me. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play? In other words, I hope you enjoy the HOME Summer 2017 article, Happy Birthday Canada!”
Closing in on 90, my dad is one of the most unique and authentic people I’ve ever known. Bush pilot, mountain climber, farmer, lineman, bus driver, bank loans officer, lifelong learner. When I was about 7, I was doing a book report for school. I asked my mother what was the name of the type of hat men in Egypt wore. She said, “Ask Dad.” I did. “Fez,” he said. I thought he was the smartest man in the world. It’s about 50 years later, and I still think so. Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I know this is a little belated, but I wa busy trying to learn more stuff. I know you’d approve.