Sewer lids; stolen or swapped, mystery and history

I made a totally trivial yet kind of interesting discovery a number of years ago while walking along de Maisonneuve by the corner of Elm Avenue in Westmount. I must have been on the lookout for dropped coins because I noticed that on the north-west sidewalk – the  arrow on the map shows the spotContinue reading “Sewer lids; stolen or swapped, mystery and history”

Back when I was young: Montreal’s Anglo/Irish Pubs

They say that one of the signs you’re getting old is that you find yourself, more and more often, using phrases such as: When I was a boy/girl, Back when I was young, In my day, When I was a kid. Well, you get the idea. Rather than fight this tendency I’ve decided to embraceContinue reading “Back when I was young: Montreal’s Anglo/Irish Pubs”

1966 Stanley Cup parade and me!

Today while reading Montreal City Weblog I was interested in a post leading to a series of photographs from the 1966 Stanley Cup parade through the streets of Montreal. At the time I was six years old. I have a vague memory of attending a Stanley Cup parade during the mid-sixties (let’s face it, thereContinue reading “1966 Stanley Cup parade and me!”

Raoul Wallenberg Day in Canada: Commemorative stamp issued

Today, January 17, is Raoul Wallenberg Day in Canada. To commemorate Wallenberg’s heroic acts to save countless Jews during the Second World War, Canada Post is issuing a stamp in his likeness. The $1.65 international stamp, pictured below, is available from CanadaPost.ca. Raoul Wallenberg saved as many as 100,000 Jewish people in Budapest, Hungary duringContinue reading “Raoul Wallenberg Day in Canada: Commemorative stamp issued”

Back when I was young: The snow experience

They say that one of the signs you’re getting old is that you find yourself, more and more often, using phrases such as: When I was a boy/girl, Back when I was young, In my day, When I was a kid. Well, you get the idea. Rather than fight this tendency I’ve decided to embraceContinue reading “Back when I was young: The snow experience”

Top 10 lists for 2012

On this last day of 2012 there is no shortage of Top 10 lists. To make things easier TIME has amassed them all on one page. I checked out the Top 10 songs of the year and was pleased to realize I actually recognized three or four of them. I guess that’s a sign ofContinue reading “Top 10 lists for 2012”

Ravi Shankar dead at 92: While My Sitar Gently Weeps

Sitarist Ravi Shankar has passed away at the age of 92. His rich musical life touched many, but to the current generation he may only be known as Norah Jones‘ father. His obituary from The Guardian is below. Ravi Shankar who has died aged 92 in San Diego, was the Indian maestro who put the sitarContinue reading “Ravi Shankar dead at 92: While My Sitar Gently Weeps”

Leonard Cohen: an icon for sure

It’s all Leonard all the time lately! He’s on tour and in the news. Leonard Cohen, Montreal’s own, is the kind of performer who just gets better with time and one of the reasons for that is,  I believe, he doesn’t take himself too seriously. Keep in mind that his forte is writing; singing …Continue reading “Leonard Cohen: an icon for sure”

Montreal holocaust survivors celebrate 70th anniversary; and a personal note

In today’s The Gazette Bill Brownstein has an absolutely terrific piece on Montreal holocaust survivors Eva and Ruda Roden as they celebrate their seventieth wedding anniversary. I have a personal note to add; a couple of summers ago I was in my local supermarket going about my shopping when I noticed an older couple inContinue reading “Montreal holocaust survivors celebrate 70th anniversary; and a personal note”

Back when I was young: In Montreal breakfast was an art, and the spud was the canvas

They say that one of the signs you’re getting old is that you find yourself, more and more often, using phrases such as: When I was a boy/girl, Back when I was young, In my day, When I was a kid. Well, you get the idea. Rather than fight this tendency I’ve decided to embraceContinue reading “Back when I was young: In Montreal breakfast was an art, and the spud was the canvas”