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 – […]
pferguson | August 6, 2018
Thread Two The moth flies in erratic fashion fleeing the notes of multiple bugles at the Menin Gate Memorial tonight. Many viisitors are here this fine and warm evening armed with cameras and children held aloft for better views. What is it that they have come to see? Following the ceremony, the bugles rest, and the […]
pferguson | August 2, 2018
A Little Bit of Change It’s not every day that one receives a King George VI Canadian nickel in pocket change, but there it was. Perhaps not unusual, and some would allow it to slip by towards the next cup of coffee, the next biscuit, the next something. But there it sat, with me, so […]
