And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again.
Canada
Aboriginal Voices with EVENT
ON (Thursday, October 27th) EVENT magazine hosted an evening of prose and poetry, showcasing the work of four indigenous writers.
PVP Week 13: Welcome to the World of the P-V-P
Another week, another batch of five insane podcasts from your beloved boys in pink and teal.
Official Release: TAKE ME HOME
“Take Me Home” has finished its festival run, and is being released for free public enjoyment on Vimeo.
Breathe….
National Holocaust Monument Seeks Donors
The National Holocaust Monument was due to be unveiled in the fall of 2015. Now they need donations, and here’s how you can help.
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories: A Mother's Journey Part 3 Reading further into my Mother, Salme's journal I find I am captivated by this little round-cheeked darling. Her past helps me to discover so many things I didn't know about my Mother as well as the little things that made her...
A Message For You: 1947
CHAPTER 18 Vital Thebeau 1947 My brother Camille and I worked in the woods all winter. We had bought a horse at the end of March; we went to get it in St. Paul on a Saturday morning. It was about 60 miles from home. We had a 1936 Chevrolet car, we had to take the...
A Message for You: Work in the Woods, Cards at Night.
CHAPTER 17 By Vital Thebeau 1946 I remember my brother Eddy was cutting pulp wood it was called poplar. In the summertime it was very hot and there were a lot of mosquitoes. My job was to take the bark off the trees with a tool called a spud. It was very hard for me...
A Message For You
By Vital Thebeau CHAPTER 15 My mother and father were very smart; they didn't have a lot of education. They could write English or French (not a whole lot). They could do whatever they needed because they had to order their materials they needed for the shop and the...
Babies and Sleighs
CHAPTER 12 1943 That winter we had a lot of snow! If you had to talk to someone you would have to walk over to their house because there was no telephone. A neighbour of ours, her name was Alma Robichaud, was having a baby and she was having problems, my mother was a...