This past summer, I learned just how genuinely accommodating my father can be. I tend to have many over-riding passions; reading, writing, history, art and family history. Once I connect with a story, some one else’s story, I tend to want to explore it for its details and for its nuances. This is what happened when I read Francis Itani’s Deafening. Because the book was so regional and because summer brought me smack dab in the middle of her setting, I had to explore that.
Similarly, after Dad and I attended the County Festival Player’s rendition of A Splinter in the Heart, an adapted screenplay based on Al Purdy’s novel…I just had to look deeper. The following summary, borrowed from and linked to Goodreads.
My father generously agreed to take me to see the location of the old munitions factory and also to visit Bleasdell Boulder in one of the region’s conservation areas. The erratic is mentioned as a place for romantic meetings between young people in the early 1900s and likely, even today. Well researched, Al Purdy’s writing, especially his poetry, is linked to specific places right across Canada. I had a very enjoyable time, visiting many of these places, structures and houses most times demolished or changed, but natural geography, remaining as he might have experienced in his own lifetime.
So, on a beautiful late summer day, Dad and I headed out for a short hike to the erratic, Bleasdell Boulder. I discovered that my Dad takes strides, much like my paternal grandfather…long and fast. I had quite a time staying up to him. Thanks, Dad, for going exploring with me!