then and now
in 1956 ; i was born in 1955 ; me and the trike then ; were i used to go as i got older and feed the carrot to the horse drawn milk truck ; thats a "white" hat on me head !
as it is now ; west brant ; brantford ontario ; just around the corner and down the street from st johns church brantford ontario canada ; i recall after the house blew up across the road as a younger man having to go an clean all the glass off the roof ; the house was once owned by my grandmother and step grandfather ; funny thats how i got the scars in my forhead ; from glass but not here ; i was involved in a car axcident for that ;
IN FLANDERS FIELD 1ST WORLD WAR
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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