My Father and his siblings made up a family of nine, four girls and five boys. All were born to Henrietta Archibald MacAulay and Thomas MacAulay on the family farm, either on the upper place, or on the lower place. The sons were Russell, Jim, Tom, Wilfred and Perley. The daughters were Elsie, Nettie (Henrietta), Lucy and Margaret.
Some think that nature happened by itself, by accident:
There was no God in charge of what “evolved” or where it went.
But, lie down on a starry night and look into the air
To contemplate the suns and stars and planets that are there.
It’s the
Dawning of September,
And our days grow dark too soon:
It’s a sizzling end to summer
Soon eclipsed by Harvest’s moon.
Who Am I? Where do I come from?
Where do I go from here?
How do I honor the stories
Of the ones I hold most dear?
I remember the flickering lamp light