pferguson | October 28, 2019
Reminders After the war…each day’s new peace is punctuated by the craggy and weighted fragments of former ambition and rubble. Once these were buildings…these were homes. The exclamations, and pauses, the commas, the full stops of life. With each day a small section of peace is renewed as foundation is revealed…the rebuilding continues. Brick by […]
pferguson | May 10, 2019
Ross Bay’s Great War A recent weekend provided opportunity for a wandering about of Victoria’s Ross Bay Cemetery. Stretched alongside Dallas Road with refreshing views and sounds of water pondering at the nearby shoreline…I breathe deeply…there is salt in the air today. A goodly time has passed since I last truly wandered this story-scape – […]
pferguson | November 7, 2018
This Year…This Day There are many ways for us to remember those who served. Equally there are many forms of reminders (poppies)…the obvious, which sometimes gather much attention, the hidden gems tucked away until we happen upon them and the November passers-by moving about their businesses with familiar red petals upon their lapels. Poppies, at […]
pferguson | November 1, 2018
Keeping Watch The news came four days into November…a Saturday…1916…James Cleland Richardson wounded and missing. Perhaps there was hope? Perhaps better news to follow? Now, each movement an ache. Hands clenched, then opened, to feel the comfort within the repeated motion. Ten things done and a minute passed. Busy work. Pauses throughout the day…with sons […]
pferguson | October 7, 2018
As Families Do An October evening in Chilliwack. The Richardson family, mother and father, family – without the sounds of overseas. Perhaps within their chairs, cups of tea and Dundee cake. The crackle from a fireplace and as families do talking of their day. Yet within their speak, the name of one – James – […]
