Back Row: Brothers Harry, Haig, Gordon. Front Row: Sisters Hazel, Nita, Lil

 

When i think of then and there, rarely had we painted faces.

Morning words were far between, while eating breakfast all the same, from porridge to the fish and hash.

We’d sound alike, i bet, if walkers scrunchin’ by could hear—in no such silence in the world—nodding when they’d hear our voices, all at once or not at all . . . except past tea time now, with stomping snow and dubious drink and Mummers grating at the door in backwards speak for goodness sake.

What do we do when the clock strikes two
and have dried up the bars and the wells?
Where do the scribes go to imbibe
when they’re drier than old cockleshells?
Where do they go in the cold, cold snow
when the heaven’s and hell’s bell knells?
O the heart of Lady Charmion
is the place where this lad dwells.

 

 

I hear her through the morning
Riding waves of music’s ocean
Breakfasting with my emotion
Mindful of the tune she plays
Upon my heart, into my day
To swell my world, to cool my way
To teach love’s majesty again
Make distant all existing harm
I praise the miracle of Charm.
’Tis proud I am I loved her when
I see her every now and then
And wait for her to mend my ways
As so she did my yesterdays.

Here’s a link to a cool interview with Gordon by Mike McManus of TVO back in 1977.

A retrospective on the 1972 film that hit with a bang.

Producer: Lawrence Dane
Director: Peter Carter
Gordon Pinsent, Frank Converse, Will Geer, Linda Goranson
Music composed by Ben McPeek

And a little memorabilia . . .