Gifts from the Past

100 Prince Street -- Summer 2000 vs. Winter 2001 Charlottetown has been blessed/cursed this week with an inordinate amount of snow, which has, in turn, resulted in an inordinate amount of ice. Yesterday I decided I had to do something about this ice, as much of it is in the form of 4 foot long icicles hanging off the back of our roof. Needing a suitable implement of destruction to knock these icicles off the roof, I went to the basement. There, as if a gift from Brigadier Reid, former longtime owner of house, was an appropriately sized axe, perfect for the job. Once the icicles were gone, I needed to shovel some snow off the mud room roof at the back of the house. Again to the basement. And there was a shovel of the perfect shape and weight for the job. I am sure that there will come a day when I can find a similarly timely use for the whistles which seem to hang in every corner of our house; perhaps there will be some sort of coaching or air raid emergency?


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Kevin on December 13, 2019 - 08:39 Permalink

Have you since found a use for the whistles?

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Peter Rukavina on December 13, 2019 - 09:01 Permalink

I would say no, except:

  1. I always know where I can find a whistle if I need one; not many people can say that.
  2. Every time I turn the light on in the back room I brush up against a whistle lanyard and feel a connection to this house’s past.

Perhaps I should register the whistles with EMO?