On July 2nd, 1937, after school had finished for the summer, Susan MacLeod put her two eldest sons, nine-year-old Duncan and eight-year-old Hughie, on a train bound for Boisdale. The arrangement went something like this: they would spend a night with the Boisdale stationmaster, who lived above the station; the next day they would get [...]
Categories: Heritage
Tagged: Canada, Cape Breton, Duncan MacLeod, English, family, Gaelic, genealogy, history, language, names, Nova Scotia, travel
Me: So, buddy…soon you’re going to be a big brother. Are you excited?
Al: Yes.
Me: But listen…when your little brother comes, sometimes Mummy’s going to be really busy. You know, she has to give him milk, and all that stuff. So you’ll be spending a lot of time with Daddy, okay?
Al: No, Daddy.
Me: No? But you [...]
Categories: Life
Tagged: Alisdair, conversations, parenthood
Today Leen and I drove out to Shah Alam and braved the labyrinth that is Kompleks PKNS to submit the documents to the Immigration Dept. for renewal of my pass. I was pleasantly surprised by a few things today:
1) I only needed to submit three forms: the declaration of marriage (stamped by a commissioner of [...]
Categories: Life
Tagged: immigration, Malaysia
Highway Robbery: An Update (& a Bit of Deja Vu) 1
This morning Leen called me from work to tell me someone from RHB had called H. It wasn’t someone from the head office, she said, but rather someone from RHB’s PJ Business Centre. He wants H to go to the bank on Friday for a face-to-face meeting with him and the repo man. She said [...]
Categories: Commentary, Life
Tagged: Malaysia