As many of you know, I met Dianne, my birth mother a couple of years ago. I’m still getting to know everyone in the family, but sadly there’s one less member of the family now. Dianne’s dad passed away quietly on Friday afternoon.
Here’s his obituary:
CROFT, John Edwin – 85, formerly of Hantsport, passed away peacefully surrounded by family members on Friday, November 23, 2007, in the DVA Unit of Soldiers’ Memorial Hospital, Middleton. Born in Greenfield, Kings Co., on April 13, 1922, he was a son of the late Orley and Margaret “Maggie” Croft. He served proudly overseas during the Second World War and in Korea and was a member of the Royal Canadian Legion, Hantsport. Following the wars, he was employed with Minas Basin Pulp and Paper – Board Mill Division, for several years before retiring. His favourite pastime was to go hunting and fishing with his buddies and playing a game or two of cards. He will be sadly missed by his children, Dianne Ashton, Berwick; John (Carol), Mount Denson; siblings, Vern Spidel and Heston Croft. He will also be greatly missed by his seven grandchildren; five great-grandchildren, and several nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his wife, Marianne (Wolff) Croft; siblings, Harold, Lloyd, Elizabeth, Clare, and Gladys. There will be no visitation by family request. The funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. on Monday, November 26, in White Family Funeral Home, Kentville. Burial will take place at a later date. Family flowers only, by request. Donations in memory of our Dad may be made to the charity of your choice. Many thanks and appreciation for the loving care Dad received from the wonderful nurses and staff at the DVA Unit of Soldiers’ Memorial Hospital. Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to White Family Funeral Home, Kentville. On-line inquiries may be directed to: www.whitefamilyfuneralhome.com
[Chronicle Herald]
Prayers and condolences to Dianne and everyone who was close.
Honk! *says the goose who happens to be cooked*
Gobble! *says the turkey you’re about to eat*
Woof! *says the dog who’s crap is on your shoe*
Meow! *says the kitty that clawed the furniture*
Moo! *says the cow making milk for your coffee*
Cluck! *says the chicken with it’s head cut off*
Oink! *says the pig that gave me the speeding ticket*
An extremely modest man was in the hospital
for a series of tests, the last of which had left
his bodily systems extremely upset.
Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he
decided the latest episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly
filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to
remain rational.
In a complete loss of composure he jumped
out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw
them out the hospital window.
A drunk was walking by the hospital when the
sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing,
and swinging his arms violently trying to get the
unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled
sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.
As the drunk stood there, unsteady on his
feet, staring down at the sheets, a hospital
security guard, (barely containing his laughter),
and who had watched the whole incident, walked up
and asked, “What the heck is going on here?”
The drunk, still staring down at the bed sheets in amazement, replied:
“I think I just beat the SHIT out of a ghost.”
Working Title: Love Sick Theme: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Logline: A tortured and lonely young man uses occult means to conjure himself a girlfriend. She’s perfect, every guy’s dream girl, except for the fact that she’s a demon from hell.
I started playing with this story more than ten years ago, but it just never seemed to earn it’s way out of being more than an idea, so I left it alone for a while to ruminate in the root cellar that is my brain.
I had some epiphanies about it this past month and whipped through 7/8’s of an outline two weeks ago. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the outline until I read the first few paragraphs of this interview with Kevin Smith last night on /film.
I finished the outline this morning in an hour and a half and have written 5 pages of the first draft this afternoon.
This one’s sort of based on my own experience. Really close to home in a lot of ways. I just need to get the shallow creepy ones out of my system before I write anything profound and high brow. I’m starting to believe I’m as deep as a mud puddle anyway.
I’m hoping this isn’t too superficial. But I am trying to write something sale-able. Actually the subtext (which is where my experience comes in) is more about shyness, low self-esteem and growing up than anything.
Delving back into those dark places isn’t fun, but everyone can relate on a certain level.
As screenplays are between 88 and 120 pages long (each page equals about a minute of screen time) if I write only 10 pages per day it could take me 12 days to write. Not much considering the Writers Guild minimums are like $40k per feature.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sell this one or want to make it myself. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now, I’m writing because it’s a challenge and it’s kind of fun to be the first to see a story unfold. I just want to see if I can do it and so far it appears that I can.
Here’s what my creative efforts are going toward rather than blogging links to crap you’ve seen before. I’m making my own content. This little ditty is called PA’s and is a mockumentary about the ‘glamour’ of life as a production assistant in the film industry:
So I will be posting once in a while, but only when I a) have something original to post, b) I have created another movie or c) I’m doing something remotely interesting.
0 to 60 in 4 seconds, 100% electric, 250 miles per 3.5 hr charge and damn sexy. at polidics.com
You need only open the morning paper to understand the importance and urgency of America’s reduced reliance on foreign oil. The instability of the Middle East makes our 58% dependence on foreign oil a dangerous and costly proposition.
‘That Old Black Magic’, 58% of the 20 million barrels a day that we use comes from hostile nations or countries that despise American Foreign policy. It%u2019s an excellent reason to become less dependent on foreign oil, not to mention the satisfaction you’d be getting from telling the Middle East you’ll buy Oil at .01 cent per gallon or shove it.
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