Release Date

 My intent is to complete and publish 38 Lunness by mid-October this year. I will provide updates and other related information here, so stay connected.

Memory

 My memory is not what it once was. Why? Well, I am 75. That aside, my heart attack  two years ago  appears to have an impact. So I wrtlitr. 38 Luñess is helping awake thoughts and memories. Two Facebook sites and their members have been more than helpful. I will properly acknowledge these two in the book. The Etobicoje Historical Society has provide essential data and photos

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38 Lunness is a work-in-,progress but stay connected fir updates

 Bob

38 Lunness: The Beginning

38 Lunness: 1948-1968

An Awakening:

For a moment, a flash, a splash in time, I saw my father standing beside me.  Six weeks prior, my heart also surprised me, presenting me with a heart attack.

We walk around confident we have a firm grip on matters and then wham, all changes.

There were warning signs which I stupidly and dangerously ignored. Then one night I could not breath.  My screams for help yanked my wife, Jocelyn, from her usual deep sleep. She quickly called the paramedics.

I could not hear the paramedics as they came up the stairs. My own screams covered all other sounds.  Fortunately, within seconds of their arrival I was breathing. They saved my life that day and my gratitude is eternal. 

A few weeks later, I was sitting at my dresser, sorting my medication, when I sensed a calming presence. I looked up. It was three am. Jocelyn was quietly sleeping.

 There a few feet away was my father, Sydney Edwin Ewing, simply watching me.

Wonder and calm flowed through me like a gentle breeze caressing the trees.

An awareness broke free as appreciation and understanding momentarily flooded my mind.

Dad had had open-heart surgery in the early 1960s. He recovered and eventually returned to work for the Toronto Transit Commission (TTC). He drove the King Steet car and then worked in the booth in the Subway system.

Mom and dad were avid gardeners. They spent hours in the yard tending the flowers, irises, hollyhocks, and tomatoes are remembered=ed fondly. Both my sister, Marlene, and I followed them. After the surgery, he never reclaimed his gard 

Tadpoles

 Tadpoles. Etobicoke Creek was too far when I was young. Had to wait to cross Brown's Line.  However. There were a few ponds close by. I will talk about that later. Tadpoles lived there among other beings but asphalt and progress changed that forever.  

Easter

 

Bob Ewing Photo

I wish all those who believe a Happy Easter,

DAD

 While both my parents served in WW2, mom in Winnipeg and Dad in Iceland and England, dad experienced the bombing  in London when schoolhouses were the target, 38 Lunness will briefly explore  PTSD and how it may have been a reality he lived with but was never treated for. 

UPDATE

 The writing is slowly rolling but rolling it is. I can not yet say when 38 Lunness will be finished but be the first to know and follow this blog,