Old Days, Old Times, Old Friends
In 1960 Uncle dreams about horses.
In 1963 Mom is an angel.
In 1969 Auntie and Cousin Bud ran away.
Kitty Brook Newfoundland is the deep woods. Swarms of mosquitos in the summer greet a miserable neighborless campsite pitched in the middle of a skyless wilderness. Cabins were all handmade from local trees, dark, dingey, and splintery. The brook itself spans parallel a little way along the old railway. The train connects small towns like Howley and Deer Lake.
“We would put pennies on the railway tracks, and then I’d be scared all night that the Train would derail and crash into the cabin” – Karen Rowter
Isaak Fong, “In 1960 Uncle dreams about horses”, Acrylic, Chalk pastel, and Watercolour, on unstretched Canvas, 38” x 25”, 2022.
Every summer there is a parade to initiate the first day of the Calgary Stampede, a crowd gathers, and bands march along the streets of flimsy wooden prairie houses.
They were only three when dad passed away, he fell and did not make it to the Fairview nativity.
