Almanac 1892
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No Climate Change, Nosiree
Photo: Dennis Anderson. Dennis and Nina’s back yard. No, not Whitehorse. Tucson, Arizona.
My friends, Dennis Anderson and Nina Lee Colwill, go to Tucson every winter to escape from -42 with-a-windchill Manitoba for a few months. Most of the time the narrative that returns via email is one of blue skies, warm winds, flowers, sunshine. The pictures are delicious. The cacti look good enough to eat.
Photo” Dennis Anderson. Yup, that’s a cactus with snow falling on it.
This year it was different. This is the year that will send orange prices so high that you will hold your children in your arms and say to them,
Banker Babies
Angry Viking banker who has been told he can’t have everything he wants.
Happy Viking banker after he finds out he can take all he wants.
Viking banker told that he has to give back some of the money he took that wasn’t his.
Viking banker satisfied when he finds out that he isn’t going to jail and can keep most of his money.
Amma’s Sense of Humour
Boys Pretending to be Vikings
At the end of Thorgerdur Einarsd
The Viking Banksters
Photo by P. Baer
Thorgerdur Einarsd
Waiting For The Ferry
When I lived in Gimli, Manitoba, I splashed through spring, swam through summer, danced through fall with the swirling leaves and skated through winter. The seasons were everything. They were anticipated, enjoyed, never mind the wet days of April, the sunburn of July, the first cold winds and frozen puddles of October, the blizzards and frigid temperatures of January and February.
When I agreed to come to the West Coast, little did I know those rhythms, those spring days when the temperature rose to zero and it felt so warm after the winter that we strode down the muddy streets with our jackets wide open, would disappear from my life. In place of spruce trees, poplar and paper birch, there
Ben Sivertz: West Coast Icelander
The Victoria of 1897.
Bob Asgeirson once told me that he was working in Winnipeg when he took the train to Vancouver for a holiday. He left in a blizzard and when he got to Vancouver, a gentle rain was falling and everything was green. He immediately booked a ticket back to Winnipeg, quit his job and moved permanently to the West Coast.
When I first arrived
The Winnipeg Icelander
Over my lifetime, I’ve read thousands of poems, as a student, as a teacher and as a reader who loves the well-wrought word.
Keats and Shelley and Donne and Yeats and Plath and Wakoski and Bly and Eliott and Frost and Berryman and Shakespeare and
The Lazy LInguist
Learning to read, write and speak a language other than your own, unless you are a natural polyglot, is hard work. Learning all those grammar rules, vocabulary, how to say the words properly, getting just the right accent. However, I
