November was the ninth month of the year in the Roman calendar, which is where it gets its name from: the Latin word novem or nine. Then, when the Gregorian calendar was adopted in 1582 it got shifted to being the eleventh month. And so we remember. Remembrance Day is on Sunday. We remember the soldiers who died in World Wars I and II. I remember my father, who died on June 26, 1944, and read his poetry yet again …
A BOOK CALLED “POEMS”
‘They had no peace at their creation,
No twilight hush of wings;’
epigraph by John Jarmain
sixty-four pages 
worn and creased
with split binding
that traveled
from my childhood
to this present
his words lift
to thud in sunlit sand
and bloody shadows
as Father campaigns
to put gunfire and dead men
on paper
published in ‘A Summer Father’ by Frontenac House or take a look at my page for this book. Sketch of John Jarmain by Evelyn Houghton
Those Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner
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