The New Red & Green at Talbot & Cayuga Streets



Kirk Du Guid interviewed soldiers in the Haldimand area and in their own words published for posterity their stories.

"[Soldiers]  hope by telling their stories they will leave a legacy, so that our youth can understand what happens in conflict, and why people go to 'serve'."
~ Kirk Du Guid.

Other books by Kirk Du Guid THE FIRST COLD CASE, THE FIRST DRUG SQUAD, Du Guid's Anthology and To the Last Round.

The Neat Little Bookshop is pleased to make available a limited quantity of Soldiers' Stories.  We also have limited quantities of THE FIRST DRUG SQUAD and Du Guid's Anthology.  Books by local authors make thoughtful gifts.

The second printing of Soldiers' Stories includes additional special soldier stories.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12 ~ The bookshop is closed while we attend a family Christmas event.  We apologize for any inconvenience.  In order to make up some holiday hours, we will open on Monday, December 14, 10:30 to 5:00.
 
Have a safe and happy weekend ~ John and Lorna


REGULAR HOURS:  Wed. to Fri. 10:30 to 5:00.  Sat. 10:30 to 3:00.

Please NOTE:  Third Thursday, DECEMBER 17 will be our regular literary group at 1:00 p.m.  If you did not receive our e-mail monthly notice and wish to have your name added to our list, please let us know.  This month's theme:  Bring a treasured Christmas item ~ a family heirloom perhaps, a special poem, picture ~ whatever feels like Christmas!

 

"NOT FOR SALE"



A for-sale sign went up on the property yesterday.  The bookshop is not for sale.  Regular hours:  Wednesday to Friday 10:30 to 5:00.  Saturday 10:30 to 3:00.

"The chase ended with a gunshot as the drug dealer's car hit a small tree on the apartment building's lawn.  The uniformed O.P.P. officer ran up to the car, ripped the driver's door open, and pulled the suspect out of the vehicle.  Once handcuffed the officer turned him over to a back-up officer and started to search the car. On the floor behind the driver's seat he found a pill bottle containing fifty red and gray capsules.  It was Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (L.S.D.) in a new, powdered form.

Drugs started to invade southern Ontario in quantity in the early 1970's, and the Ontario Provincial Police hierarchy decided it was time to form their first "Drug Squad."  This is the story of how a fledgling Drug Squad might have reacted to a new and hazardous form of policing they had never encountered before."

~ Kirk Du Guid, The First Drug Squad.  First Choice Books, 2012.
Author of Soldiers' Stories, The First Cold Case and Du Guid's Anthology.

{Books published by local authors make thoughtful gifts.}

"Chiefswood" erected in 1853 Home of Pauline Johnson

 

THE IDLERS

 

The sun's red pulses beat,

Full prodigal of heat,

Full lavish of its lustre unrepressed;

But we have drifted far

From where his kisses are,

And in this landward-lying shade we let our paddles rest.

 

The river, deep and still,

The maple-mantled hill,

The little yellow beach whereon we lie,

The puffs of heated breeze,

All sweetly whisper~ These

Are days that only come in a Canadian July.

 

So, silently we two

Lounge in our still canoe,

Nor fate, nor fortune matters to us now"

So long as we alone

May call this dream our own,

The breeze may die, the sail may droop, we care

not when or how.

 

 

~ E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake), 1861-1913, Flint and Feather, 1912.

 

 





THE WINTER SCENE

I

The rutted roads are all like iron; skies

Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling
In the bare woods, or the hardy bitter-sweet;
Drivers have put their sheepskin jackets on;
And all the ponds are sealed with sheeted ice
That rings with stroke of skate and hockey-stick,
Or in the twilight cracks with running whoop.
Bring in the logs of oak and hickory,
And make an ample blaze on the wide hearth.
Now is the time, with winter o'er the world,
For books and friends and yellow candle-light,
And timeless lingering by the settling fire.
While all the shuddering stars are keen with cold.

II

 

Out from the silent portal of the hours,

When frosts are come and all the hosts put on

Their burnished gear to march across the night

And o'er a darkened earth in splendor shine,

Slowly above the world Orion wheels

His glittering square, while on the shadowy hill

And throbbing like a sea-light through the dusk,

Great Sirius rises in his flashing blue.

Lord of the winter night, august and pure,

Returning year on year untouched by time,

To hearten faith with thine unfaltering fire,

There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease,

No ills that love cannot at last repair,

In the victorious progress of the soul.

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~ Bliss Carman (1861 - 1929) Canadian poet.  SANCTUARY, SUNSHINE HOUSE SONNETS, The Winter Scene.
McClelland & Stewart 1929

Tomorrow:  Bliss Carman biography