Found under a cupboard in the old family farmhouse in Raleigh Township, Ontario. It was written in my grandmother’s memory book by her soon-to-be husband on her birthday in 1930. If you haven’t guessed, he was a farmer.
I love this glimpse into the sweet, formal nature of their practical partnership.
“Dear Madeleine, Cows like pumpkins / pigs like Squash I like you. I do / By gosh. Yours truly, Hilliard Brady”
I Don’t Think He Understands What I Do
Sunday Morning Chill-Out
Shaving lessons down the hallway, deep discussions of tsunamis in here. Life is mighty fine.
Black Creek Pioneer Village
At a school BBQ I discovered how the bat impacted all of us
Making the most of the last days of summer.