Today is November 7th. I had reserved this day unto myself to allow for remembrance and maybe some emotional connection to this date, one year ago. See, last year on the 7th of November, our dear Marjorie passed away in her home, surrounded by her family. Marjorie Leech (Peterson) was my mother's double cousin, and she had become a very special connection to me, beyond just family. She hosted me Continue Reading...
The Old Farmer
The Old Farmer I write sometimes too much, other times not quite enoughGetting the time, or room in peace to work can be tough Before I wrote my most viewed piece, Destination HomesteadThere was a man who taught me to use an axe in the shed Before if was the right time to do my Generation JumpingThere was a man , well-read, his stories true, lacking nothing I remember a guy who could dribble, and Continue Reading...
Our Dear Marjorie
I was so happy to get home late last night. Mom and I made amazing time returning from an emotional afternoon spent in Woodstock, NB. We are so thankful for the opportunity we had to get up to Canada and celebrate Marjorie's life with everyone, even if only for the afternoon. I rolled into my yard at around 11:30pm last night, after a 770 mile round-trip that had started some 18 hours prior. For Continue Reading...
God’s Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)
God's Plan - A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson) Somewhere around the world today there was another selfless soul born, of that I am pretty sure. And even with all the newborns today, there'll never another Marjorie be. I ended the phone call with ..."my thoughts and prayers are with all of you." As I promised I would, I dialed the number to my parents house and waited for Mom to answer. Continue Reading...
God's Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)
Somewhere around the world today there was another selfless soul born, of that I am pretty sure. And even with all the newborns today, there'll never another Marjorie be. I ended the phone call with ..."my thoughts and prayers are with all of you." As I promised I would, I dialed the number to my parents house and waited for Mom to answer. Usually, it's been her making those dreaded calls to me, Continue Reading...