Shawn L. Bird

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poem-Micah August 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:05 pm
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Micah has questions

about ereaders and

the value of studying Shakespeare.

Micah has opinions

about math education

Stephen Harper

minimum wage

immigrant involvement in government

and politicized school districts that don’t put kids first.

Micah is young

but he is the future;

his critical thoughts

will shape a new nation.

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Sitting above the UBC Rose Garden today watching the ocean traffic, and reading while I waited for the art gallery to open, I met this thoughtful young man, and enjoyed an hour of conversation with him.  Don’t you just love those brief connections with intelligent, inquiring minds?

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Centenarian! October 11, 2014

Filed under: anecdotes,Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:18 pm
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Dad’s 93rd birthday

My father’s 100th birthday is being celebrated at our Thanksgiving Dinner tomorrow, though there are still 2 weeks until the official day.  (Yes, I was a late in life baby). 🙂

Dad was born in Montreal in 1914.  He had two older brothers, but he was the only one to survive to adulthood.  He remembers the soldiers returning from World War One.  He was run over by a (new!) Model T Ford when he was 3.  He was an active member of Boy Scouts and saw Lord and Lady Baden-Powell when they visited North America in 1935.

He worked for Burroughs-Wellcome Pharmaceuticals in the 30s. During WW2, he tried to enlist, but they refused him, because the doctor heard a heart murmur.  He built aircraft at Fairchilds in Longueuil, instead.  In the 50s, he and a friend came to Vancouver and started Maco Industries, a building supply wholesaler.  For the next forty years he worked for them, retiring finally around 70.

He was married twice.  He had 3 adopted sons with his first wife who had tuberculosis and couldn’t have children.  His second wife brought 3  children into the marriage, they had one biological child (me!).

He was an avid tennis player and table tennis player.  He was playing tennis into his 70s.  He was still playing table tennis when legally blind, into his 80s.  He couldn’t see the ball, but he could see the shape of his opponent’s paddle, and knew where the ball would be.  He walked several kilometers each day until his 90s.

Dad never passes a children’s drink stand without buying a cup.

For entertainment at his party tomorrow, I’m looking for questions for an Ask a Centenarian! event.

Here’s your chance.  Leave a question in the comments, and we’ll ask him.  If technology allows, we may even film him responding to your questions.  If there are quite a few, I’ll keep asking over the next few weeks during the season of his birthday festivities.

So– what would you like to ask?

 

 

poem- now May 24, 2014

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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Now

I remember

what I wanted to ask.

I wonder if…

this

that

the other.

Right.

I had meant to ask

about that, hadn’t I?

But in the excitement

all the good questions

fell out of my head

leaving a joyful

explosion of

now.

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.

.

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This could mean anything, because of course it happens all the time, but specifically today, I had 3 questions wander through my brain that I’d meant to ask author Diana Gabaldon in the 90 minutes we were driving from the airport in Kelowna to Salmon Arm for Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival. Yesterday another one floated through.  I suspect many more will show up in the weeks to come.  Oh well.  We’ll just have to have her back!  🙂

 

 
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