Alex Colville's Family and Rainstorm reminds me of those thunderstorms, only this time set in Nova Scotia rather than Southern Ontario. Dark clouds hovering over the water threaten to burst open at any moment. A mother holds the car door open for her son and daughter as they climb inside. The children, likely drained from a day of sun and sand, are ready to collapse. The mother is likely dreaming of a warm bath to clean off the sand that clings to her body. I see visions of the car, only minutes later, driving down the road, its wipers working full speed, its occupants relieved to be inside.
"History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies." (Alexis de Tocqueville)
Showing posts with label Grand Bend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grand Bend. Show all posts
Friday, 9 June 2017
Family and Rainstorm
I'll never forget the summers of my childhood in Grand Bend, Ontario. My Mom, my sisters (and later my brother) and I would spend the day at the beach. Sometimes, in late afternoon, dark clouds would blow in and before we knew it, a thunderstorm would hit. We would pack up our towels and head for cover. We would sit in our mobile home and watch the fireworks display. There's nothing like a thunderstorm on the lake. It was more magnificent than anything you would witness on land.
Alex Colville's Family and Rainstorm reminds me of those thunderstorms, only this time set in Nova Scotia rather than Southern Ontario. Dark clouds hovering over the water threaten to burst open at any moment. A mother holds the car door open for her son and daughter as they climb inside. The children, likely drained from a day of sun and sand, are ready to collapse. The mother is likely dreaming of a warm bath to clean off the sand that clings to her body. I see visions of the car, only minutes later, driving down the road, its wipers working full speed, its occupants relieved to be inside.
Alex Colville's Family and Rainstorm reminds me of those thunderstorms, only this time set in Nova Scotia rather than Southern Ontario. Dark clouds hovering over the water threaten to burst open at any moment. A mother holds the car door open for her son and daughter as they climb inside. The children, likely drained from a day of sun and sand, are ready to collapse. The mother is likely dreaming of a warm bath to clean off the sand that clings to her body. I see visions of the car, only minutes later, driving down the road, its wipers working full speed, its occupants relieved to be inside.
Monday, 24 November 2014
Getting a Book Published Through a Sponsor
When My Dad published his book, Meet Me at the Lakeview Casino (http://www.abebooks.com/book-search/title/meet-me-at-the-lakeview-casino/author/tufts-norman-ross/) he did so with money given to him by the Women's Institute of Grand Bend. They were interested in promoting local history and they had just received a generous donation from an elderly resident named Mrs. McElroy. My Dad wrote a letter to the Institute president who put it to a vote. The committee voted in favour of the book, with about a three quarter majority. Published in 1999, the book sold enough copies in the first two years for the Women's Institute to recoup their initial donation.
I'm thinking maybe this is the route I should pursue for my books. I looked up Ontario Historical Societies and found a list of almost 400. My chapter book I'm Just Daisy, based on the life of my British Home Child great-grandma, would be perfect for a British Historical Society. My chapter book On Prussian Plains, based on my mother-in-law's family, would be suitable for a German Historical Society or cultural club like the Germania Club in Hamilton. After all, the Germania Club is where Rob's mom met his dad. It's also where they celebrated their wedding reception and 25th anniversary.
It's time to write letters and make contacts. Wish me luck!
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