It was more like billions.
“Because: all the children who were murdered
Never grew up to become men and women…”
– a repost of mine, to commemorate Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Poignant
A Precious Memento
The things you find when you go through personal papers!
99-cent book sale!
Wouldn’t you love a bit of light summer reading at an equally light price? 😁
Laughter: The Universal Language – #22
This is an oldie, but I figured since I never heard it before, maybe some of you loyal readers never did either. It’s actually more poignant than it is funny. How about this: it’s poignantly funny. I’ll write it down roughly the way my friend John told it to me today:
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.
Apartment 34
1952. It’s the second day at my new school. We just moved, and I am no longer at Royal Vale School in the Snowdon area of Montreal; I am now going to Willingdon, in leafy Notre-Dame-de Grace.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 