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- Wally Keeler
- Peoples Republic of Poetry
- Published in the following literary/art journals: PRISM International, pseudonym: 422-902-510; IMPULSE, pseudonym: Peoples Republic of Poetry; WAVES, pseudonym: 422-902-510; The FIDDLEHEAD, pseudonym: 422-902-510; DESCANT, pseudonym: 422-902-510; OPEN LETTER, pseudonym: Peoples Republic of Poetry; RAMPIKE, pseudonym: Peoples Republic of Poetry; OTHER VOICES, pseudonym: 422-902-510; WEST COAST REVIEW, pseudonym: 422-902-510; MACLEANS, pseudonym: Peoples Republic of Poetry; CAROUSEL & MISUNDERSTANDINGS as Wally Keeler; WALKING ON THE GREENHOUSE ROOF, published by Delta Canada, Montreal, 1969; 1ST INTERIM REPORT OF THE COMMISSION ON THE CAUSES AND MANIFESTATIONS OF DIVERGENT THINK PROCEDURE CONCERING THE FIRST TEN YEARS OF THE HISTORY OF THE PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF POETRY, Samizdata Publications, Toronto, 1981
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Who else has something so original to say about Fall? Hello !
Certainly not Northumberland News.
Nobody from the Rotary either... The public library well, you can't read too much, it gives ideas, it's dangerous... and they dislike to smile.
Let's look more carefully, hum.. the tree is the statement of this image, now the title, the title is stimulating. It means something else... try to find the message.
Let's look at the rest of the image, the rest is the product of our well remunerated engineer: an uneducated streetscape, for poor people, ha! melancoly!
WELL DONE, thank you for the creativity, some of us appreciate.
For our first poster, the photo seems to have all sorts of mystic meaning that inspires.
As for me, the shot took me back to long ago Saturday mornings of 1953. In those days we had no TV, but my grandparents did, and the lure of Mighty Mouse, Sky King, Lassie and the Cisco Kid drew me to their home every week.
Despite being only 4 years old I was allowed to walk by myself from our humble apartment in the large former school building on Ball Street (now replaced by one of Cobourg's first condos) across James Street to the other side of Division, to the home where my mother was born on the dining room table in 1925.
Crossing Spring Street was easy, and nobody seemed to worry about kids being hit by the slow moving trains carrying coal to and from the harbour. It was just the way things were then.
The scary part of the weekly trip was the big dog that confronted me once, right about where Wally took his picture. Dogs ran free then, and this one was determined to protect his territory from interlopers like me.
Remembering my dad's words to stand my ground, show no fear, and extend my hand palm up, the scary big dog transformed into a friendly puppy and licked my hand with joy. He became my friend and always greeted me with wagging tail after that first encounter.
Ah, crisis averted. I continued on to Nana and Grampa's house where I would be treated with ginger ale and home made cookies while I watched all my favourite shows.
Nostalgia, ain't it great?
Down that street, circa 1956, between Division and George streets occured an infamous snowball fight. It happened during lunch hour as the children returned to Central School. 30 to 40 children were hauled before thre principal in the lobby of the school for a 10 minute rant backed with threats of strappings. I'll be fleshing this story out.
Also down that street the creek overflowed flooding the road stopping cars from using the road, but the firemen? saved the day and carried all us kids across, making sure we didn't miss one day of school. In my eight years at the George St school I only remember one day that we could not go to school and that was because the boiler broke down. Late 40's early 50's.
Did the big strong firemen carry each child over the flood in their arms?
As a matter of a fact they did.
Great story. I wonder if there are any pictrures of this wonderfully human gesture? Do you know anyone else who knows this story? It might be nice to flesh it out.
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