This was the last photograph I took on Sunday before going ass-over-tea-kettle into the waters of the Tay River’s Grant’s Creek at Allan Mills. I then walked across the arched, stone bridge I’ve photographed on other occasions to get...
This Sunday, yes April Fools Day, would have been my father’s eighty-fifth birthday. I last saw him when the whole family gathered in Perth to mark his seventy-fifth, within months of his first stroke. It was a very happy occasion, given the warning...
This time last year, visiting Perth for Thanksgiving, I set out for a walk, the route of which I could easily picture in my mind but the distance (see map)…not so much. It seems an even longer walk to recall, one year later, limited as I am by injury...
I like visiting cemeteries, at least on those occasions when I am not there in mourning. ‘Twas ever thus, be it the Protestant cemetery two blocks from our church in Salaberry-de-Valleyfield, Elmwood Cemetery in Perth where several Chaplins...
The chiming clock atop Perth Town Hall Maximilian’s on Gore Street East (a great menu with greater service!) Code’s Mill and the original Code family home overlooking beautiful Stewart Park The former Bottling Works (now condominiums) overlooking...
Thomas Butler was born in Bathurst, Lanark County, Ontario in 1826, one of nine children of 1819-1820 Irish immigrants John Butler and Alice Warren. In 1852 he married Dorcas Radford, born in 1835, also in Bathurst Township. That’s their picture...
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