No Aliens, yet

Many thanks to all the folks that have visited my website, read my blog posts and some are even readers of my books. I looked at a stats report today and I see there have been visitors from Canada, USA, Ireland, Mexico, United Kingdom, India, Ireland, Iceland, New Zealand, Trinidad & Tobago, Poland, Czech Republic,… Continue reading No Aliens, yet

Moxam

I already told you about November 22nd, 1963, so I won’t repeat, other than to say that it was a bad day for planet earth and this is where we lived when it happened. Moxam This is the building where we moved to in the late fall of 1963. The Moxam Apartments. We lived in… Continue reading Moxam

Connaught School

We moved to this house on 14th avenue SW in Calgary. It was a five block walk to Connaught School, where I began grade five. They wanted to put the Evil Sister and me ahead a grade, because of the Major Work programs in Winnipeg, but our mother said “No”. She had skipped grades when… Continue reading Connaught School

On the Fork of Eternity

It is said that the odds of you or I existing are 400 trillion to 1. But I think they are even much more remote than that. With all of the exact events that had to have occurred since the beginning of our Universe, the chances that you or I should exist at all are… Continue reading On the Fork of Eternity

Jimmy Brown

Jimmy Brown was my best friend when we lived on College Avenue. Right up until we moved. He lived at the end of the block. We played together lots, outside mostly, though I remember one time being invited into his house. His mom fed us lunch and we played. I wasn’t a big kid back… Continue reading Jimmy Brown

The Lost Aunt

My great grand father, Jon Jonsson Johnson, born July 24, 1881 in Lambhagi, Vestmannaeyjar, Iceland; died August 14, 1953. He was married to my great grand mother, Steinunn Sigurðardóttir. Her second husband. They emigrated to Canada in 1924 but divorced and he moved back to Iceland before 1938. In September of 2012, I asked Fridrik… Continue reading The Lost Aunt

Christmas Passing

Pierre Charron, my 7th Great Grand Father, son of Pierre Charron and Judith Martin, died on Christmas day in the year 1700. He emigrated to Canada in 1662 (in 1661 according to some sources) and married Catherine Pillard on October 19, 1665 in Montreal. They had 12 children all of whom reached adulthood and eventually… Continue reading Christmas Passing