The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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The Secret Nook – Chapter 8 (Light and Valleys)

Posted on October 5, 2018

The next morning, on a whim, Meadow emptied a tank of gasoline driving around the region she had known and enjoyed so well as a child, then as a precocious young teenager. Clifton Forge, she remembered, had a rich history that dated back to the 1700s, even before the great Revolution. It had remained a small town until the 1820s, when iron was discovered, resulting in a burgeoning industry thriving on both sides of the Jackson River.  One of the key citizens of the community owned the largest iron forge and named the town “Clifton” in honour of his father.  Clifton Forge, as a name, became official. She remembered portions of that information, since it had been part of local lore when she was a kid…

The Secret Nook – Chapter 2 (The Crash)

Posted on September 24, 2018

Such questions were her companions as she boarded the public bus, work shoes stuffed in her large faded purse, and took the daily twenty-five-minute journey to Storm’s – an efficient, if dated, family diner that had survived eight economic recessions, countless community ups and downs, demographic fluctuations and who knew how many elections.  The favourite feeding spot, situated a mere block from the beautiful downtown college campus, had been her employer for the past fifteen years and provided her the only real community Meadow had known since the death of her mother over a decade ago. It had paid her bills, enabled her to live in a rundown but always immaculate apartment, and, thankfully, kept the tentacles of an encroaching community poverty from getting too…

Century Thoughts

Posted on December 16, 2016

MEMORIES OF HIM DROP FROM THE SKIES like snowflakes lightly touching the ground. On December 15th, 1916, a rather frail baby was born in a home in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan – an arrival that, in part at least, led to my own journey. Lloyd Durward Pearson was my father, and that obscure birth 100 years ago today launched him into an era of seismic happenings. He was born in the middle of the First World War (1914–1918), and looking back on it now I realize that he never really got the chance to enjoy a comfortable youth. Like millions of his generation, he entered adolescence on the heels of a world conflict that cost 17 million lives and a further 20 million wounded only to face…

Christmas Prep – Memories

Posted on December 9, 2016

JOHN GLENN DIED YESTERDAY AT THE AGE OF 95. Like millions of young boys, he was a hero to me as the first astronaut to orbit the earth in 1962. Having never been accomplished in history, it was a big deal – not just to me but to an entire generation that found hope and fascination in the future. As soon as it was announced that he had died I tuned into CNN at the top of the hour – but nothing. I flipped over to CBC television and then CTV. It was the top story on both Canadian networks. CNN spent almost 15 minutes on news of Donald Trump before finally getting to the John Glenn story. How sad, I thought to myself,…

  

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