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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

"Mewassin: The Good Land" is out as an E-Book on Kindle. I hope you have a Kindle reader. It is the first in a series of Historical Novels about two men - one from Scotland during the Highland Clearances when the poor crofters were chased from their homes by the 'lairds of the land to make way for 'big business' - sheep. They were put aboard tall sailing ships bound for the West --- Canada.
The Orkney Islanders were prized for their strength and endurance and were chosen to power the Hudson Bay Company York boats up the 'River Highway' to transport the prized furs back to the East era markets.

Another of Reg's great grandfathers was a young man who stowed away aboard a ship heading for the West and encountered more adventure than he bargained for. He met Father Lacombe and Louis Riel, the Metis in Saint Albert Alberta and struggled to learn how to straddle two cultures while living a life as a new settler.

These are real people in real events that took place in Western Canada at the end of the Fur Trade and the beginning of the settling of the West. I call it Creative Non-Fiction since the characters are real but they are set in fictional form.  "... Adolphe reached up to help the slight female figure down from Pierre's cart ... he was startled by the soft touch on his hand and looked into a slim, fine featured face .. her eyes, hazel with flecks of gold smiled at him and her dark hair fell away from its bonnet restraint.."

You will be fascinated with this piece of our heritage - this creative non-fiction.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

It's International Womens' Day! Looking back through the books from 'The Gentle Gamblers' to 'The Tender Years' to 'A Full House" to 'I Kept Falling in the Sink' you can see how far we have come as women. From large families of 10, 12, 13 children where the woman worked from morning 'til night just to feed, clothe and care for all these mouths to modern day 1 or 2 children women found a new freedom. We did not just win the vote and the right to call ourselves persons, we won the right to call our time our own -- to express ourselves as writers, as painters, poets, artists.

In The Tender Years Sadie would not have gone anywhere. Who would have invited someone out to dinner with 10 children in tow? There were threats to take her children from her since there were so many the 'powers that be' threatened to take her children away because they thought she could not look after them properly ...and .... one particular character had designs on their strong and capable young sons....

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Excerpt from the book: "I Kept Falling in the Sink": "One of the girls had worn bloomers that their mother had made from flour sacks, and when she bent over, Don said, there was Robin Hood and his bow and arrow aimed right at him. Memoirs of a funny man!

Friday, February 5, 2016

The MacIntosh Family had 13 children, the 4th son Ewen, had Kathleen , the only one left after losing his oldest daughter in a car accident at the age of 15. Kathleen, like her Grandma before her had 13 children to carry on the tradition. Her daughters, growing up, marrying and having children of their own are now reaching out to learn about the extended family they belonged but were separated from by time and distance.

The girls are now reading their Auntie's books and finding that lost family. They did not realize that their great grandma also had a family of 13. They had always loved growing up in a large family and discovered that it is wonderful to always have a friend as part of your own, support when you needed it, love and someone to always have your back when large families are a novelty -- part of the past.
A society that does not know about it's past, like it says in the introduction of this web site, is like one that has amnesia, not knowing where  it came from or where it's going.

In reading the trilogy, Sharlene, Melissa, and Elsa are about to discover the historical adventures of the grandfather, the family that came before them, that they never knew and are about to discover. The Historical Novels will be the Time Machine that will take them back and immerse them in the lives of people more real than they ever dreamed.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

I'm a barrel racer. A crazy can chaser. My doctor asks me why I would do this risky business when my bones will not tolerate a fall. I say I could step off an icy curb and have a worse result than if my horse slips and I fall with her. I plan to celebrate my 70th birthday soon at a barrel race. So there, doc.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

What I neglected to tell in my blog of a couple of days ago regarding meeting the neighbour of the Marlings is that in the book "Cougar's Crossing" the baby adopted by my grandmother, Pearl Lowry, after the murder of Pearl's daughter, Florence Jarvis, was Opal, Don Marling's mother, Wade's grandmother.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

"I love to write," said well known author, Joy Lardner and I agree. "Writing, like reading, revives my soul. Writing can be an escape. I love to write for the love of the language; well chosen words can stir the senses . . . I love to record beauty, to capture life's poignant moments on paper just as an artist endeavours to encapsulate beauty on canvas." She said: "I write to savour special moments. Photographs or even one's memory may not adequately recover a beautiful moment lost to time." Let us remember this need to write - the importance of recording a beautiful moment - a beautiful memory. We need not publish it. We can write for our own need.
The world is so small. I'm in Arizona and yesterday was at a barrel racing competition. As I sat in the alley on my horse waiting for my turn for a practice run, I asked, "Any of you know how many they usually get here?" (We hadn't been at that location yet this season.) A lady near me on her horse said, "I don't know. I'm from Canada." "Oh, where are you from?" "Vancouver Island." "Where on the Island?" "Courtney/Comox area." "Really. Do you know any Marlings?" "Oh, sure, we were neighbours to Wade Marling." Wade is Don and Janet's son. Turns out they know Don and Janet too. We had a grand old visit and got into some history.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Here is a poem by Florence Clark McClaren titled:
To An Old Man
I wish I had listened then when you began those long old stories
I was bored and ran outdoors to play; or older
Tactfully drew the talk away to light immediate things. . .
And all the while your generation lay behind
Your baffled eyes and wistful speech
Groping towards mine
And I can never reach it now
The things you did not say are buried with you,
And the bright thin line of contact broken
For I closed a door and let you go away,
Your stories all untold.
I wish I had listened more. . .

Friday, January 15, 2016

I was born at a time when large families were the norm. Donald MacIntosh's large family was what kept us alive and well in the infamous 'Dirty Thirties'. Now, a man could not afford a family of six! When I told people that I came from a family of 13 they reacted with shock and even indignation. "That man should be shot!" was one remark. My poor, loving, hard-working Puppa should be shot because he gave me  the gift of life? Because, as number 12 in this day and age, I never would have been allowed to see the light of day.

And another said "Didn't they have any condoms in those days?"  No, they didn't, as a matter of fact. Back in the 1800s legislation was passed prohibiting the sale of birth control. It was, according the the government, obscene and tended to corrupt morals. So, it was not my parents fault that they had so many children. It was the governments! There's one for the annals of history!

But we didn't know we were poor. We had all we needed on the farm. I grew up part of 6 girls and 7 boys, healthy and happy, strong, capable, living a good life and not lacking a thing we needed.