Funny the things that one remembers...people have said that smells bring back the most vivid of memories. Could be, every time I get that dank, alcohol, nicotine smell I hear music and laughter! Oh, and somewhere off in the distance, the sound of someone who's had too much fun...
I think it's truly wonderful that we have the internet. There are a lot of things wrong with it but it is the best tool ever for staying in touch with people you would certainly have lost touch with by now! When I was a lad I started drawing an imaginary group (some kids had imaginary friends...I had imaginary Bands!) and in my youthful manner I gave them a silly name, 'Mudhens'. No idea why or even what they were supposed to be...only R 'n R.
I'd be interested in knowing if there is a site for musicians from the Big Land...or maybe if there isn't, perhaps I could start posting some. Of course that is something I would have to learn to do...but I'm doing ok so far!
That was a long freaking haul with close to my own body weight in newspapers slung over one shoulder in a canvas bag!Rain or shine that bag had to get empty and the only way was to sell those papers. Looking back now, I think I hated that job. It was work that took a lot of effort and at the end of it I had a handfull of money to show for it...but nothing that I could look at and see as a measure of accomplishment...chopping wood for campers at Duley Lake was WAY more fullfilling!
Oh yeah, to keep it just that little bit more undesirable, every so often I had to deliver to a house with a big (there were no other kinds in Labrador in those days...'crackies' came years later...as meals for the local dogs!) jeezely dog that had been chained up outside for years, only getting off the post to go in the woods every now and then.
In those days there was no real 'racisim' in our world. We didn't know what that was! Everyone in Labrador West were just people! To have called the native peoples 'Indians' was simply calling them what we heard them called...nothing meant and nothing implied. Now days I'm (much) older and a little wiser, and I have some worldliness about how I relate to others. People are the same all over. We all have to face whatever we have to face and we all need friends, lovers and families. It's as simple as that.
So...It's been very 'hit and miss' with the Tickles lately. That's because I've been traipsing all over this Rock we call home these days. Alas and boo hoo hoo, my holidaze end at 7AM in the morning. Watch this space for a gradual resumption of routine in the next little while. Of course until summer turns to Sculpin Tickle Fall, I'll still be outside playing instead of drawing and writing! Thanks to everyone for staying tuned and staying patient...
Well, that was the end of that game of 'guns' ... we proceeded to study the macabre discovery, poking at it with sticks and turning it over and so on. For the next few months we visited the skull every now and then to see how the decomposing was going...then one time it was gone! Probably dragged off to be a dinner for some hungry woods creature...yummy.
Ps. I'm still on holidaze!
Yesssssss...as a kid it was just kind of confusing some of the things that would turn up on the shoreline or the edge of the parking spots...and now, as an adult it's just creepy! Urp!
The Embassy Apartments was (and still is as far as I know) the tallest 'high rise' in Labrador West. We watched them build it then we played around it. When AP Low school was built we snuck away behind it. My mother's uncle was the Superintendant of the apartments for years.