Thought for Today:
"It is our choices . . . that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
~ J. K. Rowling (b. 1965) British author best known for her Harry Potter series.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Smile for Today:
Humorist, Robert Benchley, tells a story about his friend Ernie (Ernest Hemingway):
'He took my first edition of A Farewell to Arms and filled in each blank in the text where Scribner's had blushed and put a dash instead of the original word. I think that he supplied the original word in every case. In fact, I am sure of it."
On the fly-leaf of this he wrote:
To R. (G). B from E. ( --- ), H.
Corrected edition. Filled-in blanks.
Very valuable. Sell quick.
~Essay 1934
Humorist, Robert Benchley, tells a story about his friend Ernie (Ernest Hemingway):
'He took my first edition of A Farewell to Arms and filled in each blank in the text where Scribner's had blushed and put a dash instead of the original word. I think that he supplied the original word in every case. In fact, I am sure of it."
On the fly-leaf of this he wrote:
To R. (G). B from E. ( --- ), H.
Corrected edition. Filled-in blanks.
Very valuable. Sell quick.
~Essay 1934
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
HARVEST TIME by Pauline Johnson
Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,
Wearied of pleasuring weeks away,
Summer is lying asleep to-day, ~
Where winds come sweet from the wild-rose briers
And the smoke of the far-off prairie fires;
Yellow her hair as the goldenrod,
And brown her cheeks as the prairie sod;
Purple her eyes as the mists that dream
At the edge of some laggard sun-drowned stream;
But over their depths the lashes sweep,
For Summer is lying to-day asleep.
The north wind kisses her rosy mouth,
His rival frowns in the far-off south,
And comes caressing her sunburnt cheek,
And Summer awakes for one short week,~
Awakes and gathers her wealth of grain,
Then sleeps and dreams for a year again.
~ Flint and Feather The Complete Poems of E. Pauline Johnson
Native Mohawk Indian (1861 - 1913) Hodder and Stoughton Ltd., 1912.
Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,
Wearied of pleasuring weeks away,
Summer is lying asleep to-day, ~
Where winds come sweet from the wild-rose briers
And the smoke of the far-off prairie fires;
Yellow her hair as the goldenrod,
And brown her cheeks as the prairie sod;
Purple her eyes as the mists that dream
At the edge of some laggard sun-drowned stream;
But over their depths the lashes sweep,
For Summer is lying to-day asleep.
The north wind kisses her rosy mouth,
His rival frowns in the far-off south,
And comes caressing her sunburnt cheek,
And Summer awakes for one short week,~
Awakes and gathers her wealth of grain,
Then sleeps and dreams for a year again.
~ Flint and Feather The Complete Poems of E. Pauline Johnson
Native Mohawk Indian (1861 - 1913) Hodder and Stoughton Ltd., 1912.
Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Fish Quill Poetry Boat will set out today from Elora for a ten-day canoeing/camping trip on the Grand River. Comprised of eight poets from Toronto and Quebec, the group will hold poetry readings each evening at 7:00 p.m. Stops in Kitchener, Cambridge, Paris and Brantford.
Honouring the 150th anniversary of Pauline Johnson's birth, the flotilla will end the journey at Chiefswood, the home of the famous Canadian poet.
~ Pauline Johnson (1861 - 1913) Canadian writer and performer
Honouring the 150th anniversary of Pauline Johnson's birth, the flotilla will end the journey at Chiefswood, the home of the famous Canadian poet.
~ Pauline Johnson (1861 - 1913) Canadian writer and performer
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