Showing posts with label Quebec. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quebec. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

In the Name of Love



By Kathy Fischer-Brown

I can’t say that I never did anything particularly memorable “in the name of love.” Whether a result of my aging brain or selective recall, I can think of nothing to write here about myself. So, I will relate a little story from family lore.

When my dad served in the navy during WWII, his fiancée (my mom) used to send him care packages of his favorite foods: stuff that would survive weeks—if not months—of travel from The Bronx until reaching the SS Virgo, his ship, somewhere in the South Pacific. She’d send him edibles such as salamis, crackers, and nuts in their shells. My father loved sweets: chocolates, chocolate pudding, Boston cream pie…you name it. Brownies were one of his particular weaknesses. My mother’s brownies especially. They were cakey but not dry, satisfyingly chocolatey, and chock full of walnuts.

So, at one point she decided to bake a batch and send it to him. This was in an age when there was no UPS where you could drop off your perishables, have them boxed in Styrofoam coolers and packed in dry ice. You couldn’t even track the package. And in war time, there was no guarantee that it would even reach its destination. Imagine, if you will, the condition in which they arrived. My dad often spoke of this, and how his taste buds had been so amped at the thought of a bite of a delicious brownie…or two or three accompanied by a luke warm glass of navy regulation reconstituted powdered milk. Until he got a gander at those brown and green mouldy bricks.





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Kathy Fischer Brown is a BWL author of historical novels, Winter Fire, "The Serpent’s Tooth" trilogy: Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter, Courting the DevilThe Partisan’s Wife, and The Return of Tachlanad, an epic fantasy adventure for young adult and adult readers. Check out her Books We Love Author page or visit her website. All of Kathy’s books are available in e-book and in paperback from a host of online and brick and mortar retailers. Look for Where the River Narrows (with Ronald Ady Crouch), the 12th and final novel in BWL’s Canadian Historical Brides series, coming in July 2018.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Who would play our characters in a movie by Katherine Pym & Jude Pittman




I’d rather Pillars of Avalon be a miniseries, shown in Canada, England & the USA. It will get a larger viewing audience, since these days, it seems fewer people go to the movies.

With that in mind, Jude and I had a lot of fun coming up with the following to play the character parts. Here is the cast:

Sir David Kirke
Lady Sara Kirke
Frances Kirke, Sara’s sister
William Hopkins, Frances’ husband
King Charles I
William Laud, Archbishop of Canterbury
Samuel de Champlain

Russell Crowe as Sir David Kirke
Sir David Kirke. I wracked my brain on this one and Jude came up with Russell Crowe. While I’ve never joined his fan club, I do consider him a marvelous actor. He could play the part of David from his younger years in 1628—slathered with makeup—to his death—not so slathered—in 1654. 


Catherine Zeta-Jones as Lady Sara Kirke
 Lady Sara Kirke. Another near fatal wrack of brains but Jude thought Catherine Zeta-Jones was a good pick. She always comes across as a strong character and Sara Kirke was a strong woman. We’d probably have to have someone else in Sara’s early years, since Catherine is climbing up in age and when Pillars begins, Sara is 18. 

Oliver Chris as King Charles I
Jude Law as King Charles I

King Charles I. After much discussion between Oliver Chris or Jude Law, we decided on Jude Law as a good choice. He doesn’t look much like Charles, but they do wonders with makeup these days. Jude also has the acting skill to make a truly despicable King Charles, who was the bane to poor David for many years. I don't think I've seen Oliver Chris in anything, but Jude has, and said he can belly up to the mark, make a wonderful king.

Sir Derek Jacobi as William Laud
William Laud. A lot of historians and people of the time hated this guy. He was eventually assassinated but David Kirke admired Laud, and from Newfoundland had struck up a bounteous correspondence with him. He was an older man when we meet him, so I considered Sir Derek Jacobi would make a wonderful Laud.

Joan Fontaine as Frances Kirke
Frances Kirke, later Lady Frances Hopkins. I thought Joan Fontaine would do well here since Frances is not as dominant as Sara, the younger sister, but she had character and was loyal.

Anthony Hopkins as William Hopkins (Ha! Same last name)
William Hopkins. He was a school teacher and cerebral, thrust into Parliament then eventually became a Colonel in the Royal army. The historical texts never said why he left the army, but I had him wounded. He and his family lived in Newport, Isle of Wight until it became too dangerous after his support of King Charles I. The records don’t show him alighting in Newfoundland, so .... well, you’ll have to read the story to find out what happened. In the meantime, I thought a younger Anthony Hopkins would do. He’s a wonderful actor. 

Dougray Scott as Samuel de Champlain

Samuel de Champlain. Even though Dougray Scott is not French, and though he’s looking a bit crusty in his older age, he would fit the bill of Champlain who struggled to stay alive during the harsh winters and wet summers of early Quebec. 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Beauty of Canada by Anita Davison

Mont Tremblant in Winter
Another Winter Blog Post

The theme for this blog post was set as The Beauty of Canada, which put me at a distinct disadvantage as I am English and have only visited the country three times in my life – twice to Ontario and once to Quebec. On all three occasions, the province was under between four and seven feet of snow, so my perspective is confined to a spectacular expanse of white, but somehow that make it more magical.

Our son did a student exchange program in his second year at University so we decided to visit him one Christmas. Our first day in Montreal, we planned on walking to the French Quarter, but European outerwear and stiletto heels made this a bad decision, so instead, we hurried from icy windblown streets into the underground tunnels to avoid the -23 Deg temperatures, located a Tim Hortons and huddled over hot chocolate and marshmallows instead!

We don’t often experience these sort of chill factor in the UK – meaning never, so this was a bit of a shock, but I have to admit it was somehow refreshing - I have never had my nose hair freeze solid before. Once out in the country and after a few days we acclimatised and even ditched the thermal underwear!

The weather could be scary at times though, and one day we realised we were driving through the Algonquin National Park  with a fuel gauge quivering below the quarter full mark. We hadn’t seen a service station or even another car for over an hour, just a very large annoyed looking moose. ‘How big can this place be?’ we asked ourselves. How innocent were we, and a park ranger's nightmare, no doubt.  In the UK you cannot go five miles in any direction without falling over a town. Canada is a whole different territory, but our horse ride through a dense forest in deep snow on Christmas Eve was an experience to remember.
St Jovite Church, Quebec

We also saw some spectacular sunrises over frozen lakes, and the tiny town of St Jovite, Quebec on a Christmas Eve night is the closest thing to a real Disneyland we have ever seen. What was also fascinating was the custom of creating ice sculptures everywhere. A country of talented artists certainly.

We booked a snowmobiling excursion for Christmas Day expecting to occupy an hour or so, which turned out to be an entire day covering about 30 km on a tour of lakesides with all the lights twinkling around us like a fairyland. Definitely our best Christmas ever.

The most heartwarming and memorable characteristics of Canada was its people. Everywhere we went the locals were open, friendly, never in a hurry and happy to sit and chat with us. Everyone had pride in their home town and would patiently direct us everywhere, including the nearest branch of Canada Tyre and Tim Hortons. Who knew you could buy fleece lined jeans - heaven!

Even the dog sled host with the handlebar moustache who couldn't speak a word of English chatted away to us. Or maybe that was because I was walking round with one of his huskie pups in my pocket! We definitely plan to go back one day – but not in blackfly season!