We’ve been going through book shelves in an effort to reduce the crazy number of books we’ve accumulated over the years, and then we’re painting the shelves. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find some buried treasure in amongst the books. Uncle Harold was a… Read More
Fishing was a big deal in our house as I was growing up. You might say my childhood was punctuated by photographs of dead fish. Some catches were near legendary in the family, and the story of how my father caught a large sturgeon on… Read More
My big brother died on the weekend. Joey – he was always Joey to us – was a dozen years older than me and I always looked up to him. I recall as a kid I was always fascinated by his fly tying desk, which… Read More
8 years ago today, my honey Sheila became an anonymous liver doner at #UHN. They took a big chunk of her liver, (which regenerated in weeks) and transplanted it to someone we have never met, giving that person a second shot at life. At the… Read More
This is one of the few photos we have of my grandpa Louis Knapik, my dad’s father . In this picture he is working on a violin. I know that he made and repaired violins but I have no idea, for instance, how many instruments… Read More
Yesterday afternoon, Tuffy P tripped out in the garden and used her right hand to break her fall, protecting herself from a head injury. Unfortunately the impact injured her right arm. I drove her over to St. Joes for an x-ray. She has fractured her… Read More
I was looking through some old family photos and came across two of my favourite photos of my father. One of the reasons I really love these two in particular is that they present two very different personas. The first one is my Dad as… Read More
Tuffy P writing tonight.. this is an image of my grandmother, Mary Jane when she was 17. It was taken in Toronto in the former Eaton’s department store on Yonge Street. Here’s the story of how I came to know this photo’s story 103 years… Read More
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