A GRANDPA'S CORNER

Being a Grandpa, Granddad, or Grampy is simply grand. It is the culmination of life's journey. Too often as men get older they think in terms of retirement, with a cold bottle of beer in their hands, or simply being able to watch TV until their eyes are bloodshot.

Others, like myself, still feel young enough to keep our legs moving and minds active. Regular walking is a blessing, if you are able. And using your mind keeps one's imagination full of sparkle. Daily walks with my wife and writing poems and stories from a grandpa's point of view is important to me.

My wife, Esther (with whom I married on March 27, 1975 in Sarnia, Ontario. We moved to Truro Nova Scotia in 1986 and continue to live in this beautiful province. 

 

My health continues to improve since my stroke in 1999, and most of my poems and stories have been created since that time. It helped me recapture brain cells, memory and a desire to overcome physical limitations.

A love of the outdoors blended with contemporary issues learned during many years in the Social Service field form the basis of my writing. And I love to write. Even though I have no best sellers to garner a good income, sharing work through this site and others is stimulating.

I was born and raised in Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. For eight years, I participated in the Writers-in-the-Schools program, under the auspices of the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia, of which I am a long time member. One award for which I am very proud is a story about a foster child.

Many of my poems and stories are in print and online; some in The Danforth Review, Rubicon Publishing, Parenting Express, Hudson View, Oak Foliate, Dublin Quarterly, the Ottawa Arts Journal, and many others. I also have a poetry chapbook with Mercutio Press.

We wish our readers well. May you receive an abundance of blessings, in 2016 and years to follow.

Richard and Esther Provencher
Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

 

 

A Boy Made Happy (story)

And tonight is no exception. That's why his mother left the light on in the hallway. Frightening away strange noises helped him sleep.

A Button Box

“Grandpa?” Colin asked. “Want to go fishing?” The boy waited patiently for an answer.

A CHILD'S SKETCH OF CAPE BRETON ISLAND story

“Thanks for the drawing paper, mom,” Travis said, full of excitement. “I brought my colors too.” Then he and Grandpa began their trip from NEW GLASGOW, Nova Scotia.

A CIRCLE OF FIREFLIES story

Today is my first overnight camping trip with grandpa. He said I needed a break, because mom and dad aren't getting along so good at home.
Cherry

A DAY WE REMEMBER story

Grandpa said, "I could help you catch the biggest fish of your life." And his grandson took the bait.

A FISHING STORY poem

Weathered spars stretched silently in a ghastly death amid the sandy shore

A Grandfather’s Advice – first date

---Grandson At 15 you have responsibilities, and decorum and my advice to you is as follows on your very important step in life, a first date:

A HUNTER WITH DREAMS story

Matt needed some company today, to think things over; about leaving his girlfriend and moving back home. Granddad came along for the listening.

A LITTLE HOUSE THAT GREW story

Once there was a little Square house on a gravel road that ended far in the woods. Mr. and Mrs. Murray did not need a large home since they were only 2 people.

A Long Legged Brother

"How about you boys come clamming?” grandpa asked. “My skinny big brother, too?” Matthew asked. He enjoyed teasing people, and shy Travis was his...

A Senior's Ride

head lolling crazily, enjoying a headlong rush to somewhere

A TALE IN THE WOODS story

“Colin, get away from the TV,” mom said. ”Get some fresh air." “It's too cold to go on a hike with grandpa,” I answered.

A Walk with Grandpa (story)

A crow shiny as a coin called loudly. Adam tried to copy his noise but he sounded silly. Grandpa so funny when he yelled out, “CAW! CAW!”

AHEM story

Grandpa's not as active as he used to be, and he loves to tell his young grandson stories from the past. Thankfully the lad loves to listen, even if his grandpa always needs to clear his dry throat.

AND THEN…

“What happened?” someone asked. “Oh, some old geezer kicked the bucket.” At the time I was completely still and thought what a rude remark to say about someone

CHILDREN PLAY CAMELOT poem

braver ones preparing for a frontal assault as King Arthur’s men once charged enemy forces.

Drums of Life

We’ve seen the sun rise on dreams captured in our youth
Cherry

Eyes Are Dim But I Can See

the wind leans into his face, wrinkled skin accepting it's touch

Feathers and Fruition

From my living room perch I watch a private aviary pecking at my backyard feeder, feathery descriptions in sizes small and large -- not favouring...

Free Downloads

Eleven years ago a stroke felled me, and with a great wife at my side, prayers pulled me through very difficult times.

From Father to Son - essay

Love your mom and dad, and be proud of your sisters and brothers.

Grandpa Norris and I

Sharing space with an older fellow and his gold tooth smile was better than neat -- “I’ll have a burg” he blurted in a waitress direction flashing...

Grandpa's Deep Sea Fishing Trip - story (2nd version)

“Imagine being in a fishing boat, miles out in the ocean,” Grandpa continued. “I could help you catch the biggest fish of your life.”

I LOST A FRIEND poem

little man of substance sad but grandpa has passed away.

In the Name of Jesus - essay

Some are very fortunate to have both good health and an attitude of positive traits.

Life

Life is an escalation of memories one pain at a time

Me and Grandpa

I’ll have a burg he blurted flashing his famous grin and scorch the outside he added.

Momma's in the Kitchen

I bend, pain reminding this coot eighty no longer young.

My Face Depicts

Looking in a mirror can be debilitating. That is, if you believe everything you see, the facial lines, bags under eyes, and aging features. Yes, eyes sparkle and their twinkle is redeeming.

Rhubarb

I just colour things for fun grandpa.

Run For Fun (story)

"Too small,“ his older brother Travis quickly answered. Two six inch speckled trout hung from his forked stick.

Son---if you could see

apple pie still tasty more so with extra pieces an eye out for doctor no

SURPRISES IN MY SOUP story

A huge portion was saved for grandpa. After all, he did have the largest tummy. As he lowered his spoon, Grandpa shouted, "Look!"

TAHOE - M'kmaq victory shout - story

Chris learned the dances of his people. The Circle Dance became an important part of his teaching. His culture.

THE BUTTON BOX story

“Listen,” Grandpa said. “I know a great game for a young fellow. Come inside and I’ll show you.” He held up a bright yellow tin can.

THE CLAM SAID, OUCH story

“Your digging hurt me.” A curved creature with a thin shell lay panting on its side. "No more," it said. "I'm tired of trying to escape."

VISITING THE FARM story

BAAA! They called over and over. Colin was so excited to see all these animals on his grandparent's farm.

VOICE IN A BOTTLE story

That day the jar floated away on an ocean swell. And Ryan hoped it would bring back a friend, soon.

The Last Bus Stop

I saw him on the walk of day a firebrand of life through an act of love. The hand he held a little child perhaps his grandchild her eyes of hope...

The Last Bus Ride 2

I saw him on his usual walk of day exercise for an older man-- once a firebrand for life‘s joy -- now accepting this act of childhood the hand he...

One Foot Two Foot

shuffle as I park one limb at a time on this path of usefulness used a long while to who knows when – see that fellow across the street just a skinny...

The Birthday Girl

Brielle led a group of 3-4 year olds in what she called a run-run as they headed in a meandering style to the party table guarded by two parents...
Cherry

Coureur de Bois

Once I ran alongside the wind legs strong enough to support a pack & canoe upon my shoulder hiked every trail in the area fished each stream saw...

This Morning I

shuffle downstairs from our tall apt and feed a bone-chattering January daring it to harness my frame to take me by the shoulders & assault my...

There Are Tiny People

who grow taller than mushrooms and their eyes can pierce cloudy skies even see the moon reveal its flashlight trail on an evening of lake surface...

Calling of the Loons

Morning’s stillness was broken by the strange, laughing call of a loon. Colin punched his granddad on the shoulder, their two-person tent getting...

We Were Lions

We Were Lions in our younger days able to drive foot heavy on the pedal where gravel roads like ribbons in the country-side accepted grudgingly an 80...
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Gather In

Gather In the soundless calm as I rock gently back and forth as thoughts seep quietly into the room- my gaze absorbs everything accepting me.
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Heroes

As a whippersnapper I knew taking on the role of Randolph Scott meant being tall in the saddle and leading other riders to stop a cattle stampede and...

Riding The Rails

As the train pulls out for Toronto hugs and kisses only memories the crowd lost in love- the coach now sways to the sweep of an October wind poplar...

The Birthday Girl

Brielle led a group of 3 & 4 year olds in what she called a run-run as they scooted in a meandering style to the party table guarded by two...

These Tired Feet

These Tired Feet carried me through many tales in the woods of Northern Quebec-Ontario then Nova Scotia and all sites leaving a tattoo on my soul...
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A Poem Called Love

Dad wore a nasty chip on his shoulder when he returned from WW 11- spent 4 years there too much time everyone agreed. Pressing booze to his lips...

Awesome

I feel like a turtle lying on a pet rock with the sun drooling all over us on this fine Monday morning and my pretend shell turning into a warm mass...

Everyday Flavours

Through my window-pane: Cobequid Hills with an elevation of 1,500 feet high reaching- a jungle haven of surrounding birch and spruce and pine too...
Cherry

When I Write

I delight in writing about the sky with its colours and windy tussles while below stories need telling about life among those in cities and towers...
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Remembering

I sought refuge in a special spot long forgotten where a doe and her young one caroused in a section of clear-cutting in Nova Scotian woods and I...

Fulfilment

When the day turns sour and a warm wind disappears this road will take you somewhere- perhaps to a better place.

Hooting

and hollering. ‘Come on’ derision from our young lips as we continued to deride older siblings as we spotted them holding hands with gents whom we...

A Satisfied Life

Once upon a decade or two or three, 70 years ago I was a whippersnapper eager to learn - be happy knowledgeable successful in the world was my dream...

Be Happy

All the birdies in a blue sky seem very happy as they fly- they flit & flop from here to there then somersault to bird seed I share- now watch...

Another Day

You wake up prepare breakfast wake the kids time up for snoozy then dress for school clump downstairs sleepy eyes stare at each other around the...
Cherry

A Taste of Summer

Forecast for today calls for a chill of 4 degrees F but I know Summer’s on the way- see & feel from a park bench I sit upon. The creek below...
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Good Night Sun

The sky peels back the sun to see the other side. Its evening light since land began disappears into night and today’s plan now pressed for time...

The Veteran

He felt the old wound scars: joined the war of WW 11 saw the blight smelled the death his wound memory-dripped red in war no quarter given bombed-out...

I Want

to be Me not sooner nor later when older age arrives.

Ice & Snow

Such noisy clatter upon my bedroom panes amid the growth of a swelling snow-storm comes to visit us & so I abide in the mystery of its ways as it...
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