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None of the photos are directly related to the poem, but provide some historical background to those in attendance at the slaughter of July 11, 2015.
This poem was written to over dramatize the events of a BBQ I had on July 11, 2015. Already a bad weekend, in hospital with an ear infection, the day before the neighbor’s dog in her joy to see me, cut up my legs and arms. So it was a wee bit windy, and we needed to tape the table cloth down, and Timmy who is all of 7 was helping me with the task, he would cut the tape, and I would tape the cloth. Well his aim wasn’t so good and he just about chopped off a finger, and let me tell you, I would rather be water boarded in Guantanamo than this! Yes I screamed bloody murder and ran to stop the flow of blood, and of course poor Timmy was crying and feeling bad, even this was just an accident. (Something we both remedied later on with very special Oreo cookie ice cream cones!!)
So I got to thinking of a poem, and as this was the birthday of an Acadian friend who was cooking the burgers, thus the mention of Cajun in the poem. Now Timmy’s father is from Switzerland, and so I was recently explaining to the family that around 1778 to 1786 Frederick Haldimand a Swiss mercenary/commander under the employ of the British, was the Governor of the Province of Quebec and also undertook the fruitless negotiations with Ethan Allen to make Vermont a separate republic and province of Canada ( British at the time) * The first photo is of him
He came of course after the British defeat of the French and the American war of 1774. His job was to fortify the cities of Montreal and Quebec so has to prevent a possible second American invasion. I was teasing my Swiss friend that he was not the first to arrive here!
St Louis is simply the street I live on, and then because of out history here, I included the battle of the plaines of Abraham!
From one small event I weaved the past and present into one small tale!