Third in a series of fun little poems for very little kiddies.
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Poems for Li’l Kids #1 – Danny the Dinosaur
People who know me best (okay, my daughter and son) know that I used to write poems. I wrote them when they (my kids) were very young, just to entertain them. At least they (the poems) started out as such, but over time I’d slyly work in a moral or two. Oh, not sternly, not with a thud, but with a ;-).
She shoots! She scores!
The thing I remember most about our living-room on Decarie Boulevard when I was about five years old – well, aside from the time a fruit drop got stuck in my throat and I couldn’t swallow until it melted enough to slide down – was playing hockey with my big brother in it.
Summer in the City – Six Decades Ago
Ah, the innocent ’50s!
Windows on the Past – a family on a Sunday outing
Many a Montreal family has virtually the same photo as this one – the same grouping (parents and child(ren), posing at the Lookout located at Mount Royal’s Chalet.
Windows on the Past – mother & daughter
Ah, my younger self… with my daughter Kathryn – back in the days of post-Woodstock Nixon’s U.S.A.; before personal computers, smart phones and big-box stores.
The Kids are All Right
These pictures have something in common. I mean, besides the fact that they show my two children at different ages. What they depict are my daughter, Kathryn, and son, Jeremy, out on the town without me. To be more precise, they are with their father.
Stuck in Beginners B Forever!
I have such fond memories of the Hampton Street YMCA! Also known as the NDG Y, due to its location in the leafy Montreal borough of Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, it was my second home during the summers when I was eight, nine and ten years old.
Food, Glorious Food!
I can safely say, having grown up in a Jewish family, that Jews are into food in a big way. As the old joke says, every Jewish holiday can be summed up thusly: “They attacked us, we won, let’s eat!”
To spank or not to spank? 3 reasons why you shouldn’t.
I have a strong anti-spanking bias. I formed it based on my own experiences as a child who was occasionally spanked, but it was really honed during my years as a family-support worker, when I used to make home visits to troubled families. Here in a nutshell are my three reasons for NOT spanking our kids.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 