While surely not an original premise, the idea of a born-and-bred Newfoundlander returning home for a final visit before heading back to his Western life seemed one that I could play with. It’s a little too sentimental for my tastes but it captures the moment I was seeking.
Back in 2007, I was knee-deep in researching Ontario history, primarily for songwriting fuel, which of course must include the battles between the British North American colonies and the Americans, known commonly if inaccurately as the War of 1812. (The war lasted about 32 months, not twelve.) I discovered some fascinating details about one of the more pivotal battles and from those facts created a fictional, nameless character recounting the
moments chaos of the fight.
This is a recipe that I learned when I was younger and became enamoured with my Hungarian heritage. Food is about my only connection to my Magyar roots these days but, hey, how can I complain? Hungarian food is delightfully tasty, although not ideal when you’re counting calories like I am these days. Still, if you’re looking for stick-to-your-ribs eats, this will more than satisfy your craving.
Here’s a folksong I wrote back in 2008/2009 following a rather long research session on the Voyageurs and early days of the Hudson’s Bay Company. The lives of the men who paddled and portaged the rivers and terrain of the Canadian interior and West underwent the most grueling, backbreaking work imaginable.
This is the first folksong I wrote, back in late 2005. I’d been writing instrumental music for years, but once I moved to Ottawa, I’d gotten quite enamored with Canadian history the rest just came together.