red poppies

So my evening was quite nice until about 10:30 then it went all down hill so i will tell you the good parts. jacob came over at 5 to do this math project then we went to dinner at six nick came over and we went to a poetry reading done by some of the english professors it was SO GOOD one of them was a lady who read an essay she wrote, she spoke about being an adult and she reminded me of a story found in Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine where an old woman is confronted with a child who is so sure that this woman was never a child in the story the old woman continualy searches for relics of her past to no avail until she is convinced as well that she has had no childhood. in the lady's essay she talked about how as an adult her memories are disappearing because young people see her as an adult and only an adult. This also reminded me of a story my mom has repeatedly told me and my siblings, at my grandparents home there was a massive pine tree in their front yard and my mom would frequently tell us that when she was a kid she used to be able to jump over it. Me and my siblings would always kind of mock my mom because of this statment and not until last night did i realize what we were probably doing to her. I admit i do find it dificult to see my mom as a child or even a young adult in her twenties. All this makes me sad because i can already feel myself becoming this way with out a childhood i am growing up and i am not sure i like it.

Today has been good i spoke with jacob this morning and everything is fine again this morning he was dressed very nicely and had a red poppy pinned to his lapel. i asked him what it was for and apparently november 11 is rememberance day in canada a day to remember veterans and those who died in wars etc. jacob then proceeded to ask me if i would like to go to a service for it with him so i agreed it was very nice some poems were read and i recieved my own red poppy to wear on my coat what hit me most were the tears that streamed down jacob's face as this poem was read

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

i suppose i just don't have much of a concept of patriotism reguarding other countries to see him have that much respect and love for his country was a very nice experience.

Another thing i found out last night on a sadder note is that my dear adam admason will not be joining us for winter semester i am quite upset by this but at the same time i completely understand. I am very pleased with the way this post turned out and the only way to end it is with some pictures.





One more thing i read this on a bllog ad thought it was humorous

Geraldo Rivera, from his new show "Geraldo at Large," about a man on trial for the abduction, rape, and murder of an 11-year-old girl: "Can you believe the unmitigated gall of this savage, savage monster... [five-second pause] ... if indeed, he is guilty."