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Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Saturday, November 15, 2014

TREES ARE FOR CLIMBING


Photograph: Tim Laman/Getty images
I was a boy when trees were tall
and I could climb with ease.
High in the limbs though I was small
At home in tops of trees.

This space did not require a friend
Was not a place to share,
How to climb up or to descend,
Only to say beware.

Up there were stories of my mind,
A novelist was I.
I the hero, the dazzling kind
With empires in the sky.

All stories end and so did mine,
Not wasted time at all,
A bold step to maturity,
When childhood trees were tall.

© Ron Unruh, November 14, 2014

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

FOUR BOYS OF SUMMER



FOUR BOYS OF SUMMER

Summer days and bikes and slingshots
Boyhood memories I choose to tell 
Beach and barefoot, hikes and slipknots
Retirement and grandboys partner well.

Four of us at unique stages
Two boys, a pre-teen, and older gent
Three live lively while one ages
They have forever while mine seems spent.

Then time spent with them blesses both
I’m inspired by their crisp touch on time
My tales and values nurture growth
All four assisted to make the climb.


by Ron Unruh, July 2013
HOMEMADE SLINGSHOT MADE FROM CLOTHES HANGER
ONE FOR EACH BOY



Monday, July 13, 2009

Hepburn’s Elevator #901 and Me


Hepburn was my home for the first five years of my life.

As it was in 1942 it is still a small farming and bible college town located 40 kilometres northwest of Saskatoon. A rail line was constructed and was operating in 1909. After a local farmer named Rowitt Hepburn applied for a post office permit on his farm, Hepburn became a recognized village in 1919. Within ten years the town population reached 800 people. Located beside the rail line was Saskatchewan’s Grain Elevator No. 901, which was built in 1928. It served the grain farming community for decades until the great depression and the drought years of the thirties when the population dropped to less than 300. Today there are 500 residents. The rail line was shut down by the province in 1989 and subsequently most provincial elevators were torn down. Hepburn’s elevator No. 901 survived because of enthusiastic local plans to turn it into the Museum of Wheat.

At the age of three, a friend and I ventured where small children do not belong. We peddled our tricycles to the yawning open doors of the elevator, walked inside, found a large platform that moved up and down with the flip of a large brass handle fixed to the wall, and we took turns riding it until a large man confronted us. No doubt he was terrified that two children were so close to danger and he rapidly terrified us as he told us the perils of falling into a bin of grain. I have not set foot inside an elevator since that moment. I would love to visit Hepburn’s museum one day.

I have written and illustrated children’s stories based on my childhood experiences and in fact printed a simple copy as a Christmas gift for my grandchildren.The Wheat Museum Page