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OXBOWS


So what is this word, "Oxbows," anyway??

May 11, 2008
Back in the Saddle... Again!?
“...the parish leadership was adamant that I be given the assignment”

November 25, 2007
Retired Guy – Gone to Work

August 6, 2007
Late-summer update, 2007

May 22, 2007
Life on the Internet
  – finding scholarly treasures;
  – how not to have a life; and
  – re-connecting with my extended family via “FaceBook”

March 11, 2007
Calyn Treads the Boards

February 25, 2007
A Proud Parent Boasting
“‘Opera Canada’ magazine has now published its review of the performance, from which I delight to quote...”

December 20, 2006
A Christmas Letter for the year 2006
“...many good things happening, and nothing really bad.”

September 26 - October 4, 2006
It’s our Pleasure to Serve you
A major entry in the Diary of an Inheritance series
    •   Part 1 – Peas and Carrot at the Wake?
•   Part 2 – Welcome to Bell Canada!
•   Part 3 – The Leaning Toolshed
•   Part 4 – From Here to Bombay?
•   Part 5 – Going Home
(afterword) Reader Responses

August 15, 2006
Of cold showers and pirates
A small entry in the cottage diary series

May 24, 2006
On the Road with the Islam Presentation
Notes from a hotel room in Regina

April 9, 2006
Better than Working!
The first winter of retirement races by!
- Christmas in Vernon;
- numerous classes to teach during Lent;
- a trip to Toronto to see Rachael in “The Marriage of Figaro,” and
- an extraordinary reunion!)

November 5, 2005
Retirement life begins

August/September, 2005
(Two brief instalments in the Diary of an Inheritance)
Peace, relaxation, and a wedding at the cottage
A sudden departure

July 27, 2005
A time of transition, preparing to go to the cottage, and looking ahead to life in retirement.

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March 28, 2005
Announcing my Retirement

September - December, 2004
Tony goes on Sabbatical
Is this what is called a “blog?”
It certainly is an online diary. Whatever, it begins here.

July - August, 2004
And so, Another Summer...
Vacation doings, and a continuation of the Diary of an Inheritance
The vacation begins well
Going to the opera
Back and forth
     (the most hilarious adventure of the Summer)
Washing in the woods
Epilogue...
(previous instalments of the Diary are found in August 2003,
    July 2002, and July 2001.)

May 18, 2004
Now this is a Mother’s Day Present!
Heather gets a wonderful surprise.

November 30, 2003
Update on our lives, late Fall, 2003
A general overview of the everyday stuff of life
as Manitoba's cold weather once more sets in
and Heather and Tony are immersed in their respective professions.

September 9, 2003
Of Mice, and Power, and People...
A continuation of the Diary of an Inheritance
...the first instalment being July, 2001
...the second instalment being July, 2002

July 24, 2003
Camping in the Age of Flab

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June 11, 2003
Introducing Princess Annabelle Pirouette
take a look...

December 28, 2002
The Wedding was Perfect!
A fairytale wedding....

Fall, 2002
Rachael & Kevin - Engaged!
Rachael rediscovers an old friend, and the the rest is history....

July, 2002
If a Tree Falls in the Woods...
A summer holiday in which the old adage, "A change is as good as a rest," is tested.
A continuation of the saga of restoring a dilapidated cottage in Québec.
   Links to some of the chapters:
   • Introduction
   • The good ship, “Jack Aubrey”
   • A Sudden Surprise
   • Doesn't anybody know where the dump is?
   • Intrepid Mice
   • Dealing with the tree
   • Epilogue

March, 2002
A Huge Event
Heather & Tony move downtown.
There is also a memorial to our dog, Socrates, on this page.

September 23, 2001
Divas and September 11th
Creating an "instant concert" in response to the terrorist attacks in the U.S.A.

July, 2001
Diary of an Inheritance
Taking over and beginning to restore a cottage in Québec.

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March 19, 2001
Rachael wins the Rose Bowl!
Photo and article from the Winnipeg newspaper
describing Rachael's great accomplishment

January 31, 2001
How Time Flies...!
A brief update on the ordinary events of
November 2000 - January 2001

October 30, 2000
Impressions of Vienna
Heather and Tony on the trip of a lifetime!
There are two parts to this ‘Oxbow’ - a verbal description of Vienna, and a photo album.

September 2, 2000
Refreshment and change... in a confusing mix.
Holidays, but also very intense daily life

March, 2000
Lorna Harwood-Jones, 1916 - 2000
My Mother dies and is given a wonderful send-off.

December 13, 1999
Updates on...
   • Life at St. George’s
   • Heather's Law Practice, as at December '99
   • The most FUN news of the fall of 1999!

August 1999
Vignettes from our 1999 Summer Holidays:
   • Colloquy with Two Moose
   • Driving Through a Landslide
   • Colloquies with Grandchildren

May 13, 1998
Changing parishes... after 17 years!!
Reflections on my recently-announced appointment as Rector of the parish of St.George, Cresentwood.... A “written for the web” account of my impressions in the early days of what turned out to be one of the biggest transitions I’ve faced in a very long time!

January 16, 1998
What happened to your face..!!??
Heather and Tony live through an auto collision.... Excerpt from an email sent a couple of days after the event to a number of our friends and relations.

November 10, 1997
Why life is busy for an Anglican Priest in Manitoba
Excerpt from a letter to a Californian describing what parish life is like in Winnipeg during our extreme prairie seasons

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The Diary of an Inheritance

Our Cottage in Québec

After my mother died in 2000, her various children came into possession of an extensive lake property. Several of us got a cottage of our own. However, the one which came to me was very run down, and we had many adventures bringing it back into use. In 2001 there was basic cleanup and a new roof. In 2002 we got a proper boat, we had adventures finding the dump, and we felled a tree. In 2003 we had some adventures with mice. 2004 saw the coming of a new fireplace. By 2005 the place had become what it was intended to be: a pleasant place to spend a vacation. That year saw a family wedding, and a lot of peacefulness, but also a very sudden departure.

In 2006 I wrote a short segment detailing the addition of a cold shower, and the presence of pirates, but also a major entry exploring encounters with Hydro Québec, and with Bell Canada.

Much of the cottage story has a funny side, so be prepared to laugh (and sometimes cry).

To find a given episode: click on any year (in the paragraph above) and then look through the chapter headings to see if anything strikes your fancy.

To read the cottage saga from the very beginning, click here.


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Oxbows...

Prairie rivers snake and turn across the vast plain with no forests and no rocks to guide them into channels. The land, at one time the silted bottom to a vast sea, gives little resistance to the water, and if the river wishes to turn right, it does; if it wishes to turn left, it does. Sometimes, after travelling on one direction for a kilometer or more, a river might double back upon itself, and return almost the entire distance, forming a great loop on the land, like a festive ribbon tied in a bow.

But floods come upon this flat plain from time to time, and the excess water - too enormous and hurried to meander down the various loops - carves swift shortcuts and leaves the bows to sit, truncated, as strange silent curly lakes that have no beginning and no end. The water remains in them, a mute reminder of the former days, but it is still, and goes nowhere.

The word “ox” was added to these “bows” in the days when the primary freight hauler used by prairie settlers was a wooden cart drawn by a single beast - an ox - whose huge and dreary shoulders pulled at their rolling burden by means of a bow-shaped haltar.

The human propensity for naming things sometimes leads to peculiarities, as in this case, since a turn in a river pulls no freight. An “Oxbow” on the prairie is merely a cutoff chunk of no-longer-a-river. Quietly growing lily pads and butterflies in summer. Sometimes skatable in the winter. A sign of something past, and ended.

So... select from the list at the top of this page to see the ‘oxbows’ in my life. Little snippets that used to be currents, now resting quietly, pulling at nothing except perhaps the tasseled ends of memory. Eventually they will evaporate.

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