sitting in their sunroom at the condo.
heading to the cottage
The cottage was on a 2 acre island in Big Cedar Lake north of Peterborough Ontario Canada. It was a summer retreat for about 30 years.
Mom and Dad were on one of their yearly visits with me. We always skied.
We didn't ski every day.
On my yearly Thanksgiving week visits we always played a few rounds. Golf and the cottage were Mom and Dad's retirement activities.
the best hole
Playing golf with my parents in a setting like this was never a good walk spoiled.
the last canoe ride.
Paddling the canoe around the lake was a frequent activity over the thirty years. This picture was taken during our last outing.
Dad and Brisko
Brisko is my brother Don's dog. He jumped up to say hi, stayed awhile and said goodbye.
The explanation of life and related writings.
While earning a B.A. and B.Phys.Ed. at McMaster U circa 1970 I learned conflict pervades our lives, and I asked why. Years later I discovered the answer is the question of meaning I call "the last why", for it will never be answered. Still we try and have tried to "fill the void" behind "Why am I?" in ways that conflict, since it was first asked by 'Eve'. The result is our open-ended history of optional conflict.
In 2005 my Mom's need allowed me to see if I was a fool for asking why, by seeking reaction to my analysis the only way an anonymous carpenter could, with a website. I first tried to attract visitors with prose posts but changed to my poetry, for reason in rhyme is more memorable. I've had to advertise so I could be twice the fool but reaction leans toward, I may not be. If you like a poem please at least click the new 'like' (heart) button. It will help keep mine beating. Sharing will help too. Thanks. Doug.E.Barr