The right stuff

December 31, 2009

The very best to family and friends in 2010.

Les


But heroes often fail

February 25, 2009

keithstewartAs I mentioned before the military runs through my family.

Keith played the pipes and smoked a pipe. Both gave him tremendous joy. My oldest brother is my 2nd hero.

He was a difficult person to love.

I am able to do what I do because of him. The world needs more Gords.

I miss him.

– Gordon Keith Stewart (1945 – 2009)

If You Could Read My Mind, Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see
If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take

I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, lets be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone
And I just can’t get it back

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
bout a ghost from a wishin well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You’ll know that Im just tryin to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And Ive got to say that I just to get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone
And I just can’t get it back


Les Stewart: Air Force brat

September 3, 2008

RCAFEmblenI was born in 1959 on a Royal Canadian Air Force radar station, CFB Sennetere, Quebec where my dad was stationed. He was a Chief Warrant Officer and made 22 Atlantic ocean crossings during WWII. They gave him an Atlantic Star medal and a gun as the ship’s purser.

Dad retired at CFB Borden in 1961 because it was close to his hometown of Paris, Ontario and my mom’s Ukaranian relatives in Toronto. The service was very good for men who came of age in the Great Depression. The house my mom and dad bought on Bayfield Steet was financed through the DVA.

I guess it is unusual for a non-commissioned air force officer to be given a navy medal. He prepared flight crews in Canada under the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan. My Dad trained commonwealth flight crews in Canada and brought them over to England.

The British Commonwealth Air Training Plan Agreement, between Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia and New Zealand was signed in Ottawa on December 17, 1939.

My mom was in the RCAF Women’s Division a corporal and a teletype operator in London, England during the war. She enlisted because it seemed much more exciting than farming the 1,000 acres of her father’s wheat farm in Ste. Agathe, Manitoba. My Uncle Jerry was lucky: he was old enough to work in Poland during the war. Just the forearm tattoos. I never got a chance to know Dad’s brother Neil.

My oldest brother was in the Canadian military for over twenty years. He retired as a major after graduating from the Royal Military College of Canada, RMC and Purdue University. Keith wore an iron ring. Gary, next in line, spent a short time at Royal Roads.

Business, especially big business, is now organized like an army. It is, as some would say, a sort of mild militarism without bloodshed; as I say, a militarism without the military virtues. G.K. Chesterton

RCAF: per ardua ad astra, “Through Struggle to the Stars”

RMC Yearbook 1968

RMC Yearbook 1968

Clan Stewartvirescit vulnere virtus, “Courage grows strong at a wound”

Keith siblings


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