Bug Day at the Children’s Museum

Drawn by the promise of BUGS, my family and I enjoyed our first trip to London’s Children Museum. It was not my first trip. I was a child when they transformed the school on Wharncliffe into the Children’s Museum. Living in the neighbourhood, I recall a few field trips with Empress Public School to the Museum. We may even have walked to it from the school. On one of these field trips, we went to listen to Dennis Lee who read from his book of poem’s for children Alligator Pie.img_0397

Alligator Pie, Alligator Pie,

If I don’t get some,

I think I’m gonna die. . .

When I saw that the museum was having a “Bug Day” and the admission was free, we just had to go. Continue reading “Bug Day at the Children’s Museum”


From Giraffe Stalls to Pokéstops: The London Art Gallery

From ages 3 to 11, I lived in a green and white house at the corner of Wharncliffe and Charles. My house is soon to be torn down. So, I’ll need to snap a photo before it’s gone for good. Back in the day, this location would be considered walking distance to the Thames River and Downtown. I’m not sure what the average Londoner now considers walking distance but I am going to assume that it still lies somewhere between what a Vancouverite considers walking distance and what a Texan considers walking distance.

Anyway, in the early 80s, on one of these walks Downtown, we saw that something was being built on the east side of the Thames beside the Old Courthouse which in those days was covered in ivy adding to its hoary ethos. The climbing ivy and knowing that people had been hanged there gave the courthouse an air of mystery like something out of a fantasy story. I remember when they stripped the courthouse. I could almost feel its shame at being so exposed. No, the courthouse is best dressed in ivy. Continue reading “From Giraffe Stalls to Pokéstops: The London Art Gallery”

Returning Home

In late August 1995, I got on a plane and left my hometown of London, ON aka The Forest City. I set out to complete a three year MDiv at Regent College in Vancouver and then return home. That three years stretched into 21 years. My years at Regent College both as a student and as a staff member were transformative. In a very real sense, that little theological graduate school became my home.

I got on the airplane a naive but inquisitive young man with a fresh BA from UWO in hand. I return to London a little more knowledgeable from lessons during the completion of my two Masters degrees in Biblical Studies and Theology from Regent College and Baylor University (Waco, TX), respectively. I hope I am a little wiser from those degrees and from my relationships with faculty, staff, and friends from both institutions and both cities.

Yet, the most important development and the real crucible of change has been my growing family. I met Vanessa in 2003. We married in 2004 and before our first anniversary we were the proud parents of premature identical twins boys, Christopher and Corban (see my blog Where the Sidewalks End). Less than two year later, Caleb joined us — on his due date.

Our family does not entirely consist of human members. Vanessa brought with her Boci (Hungarian for cow and a brand of chocolate) an English Spring Spaniel who passed away peacefully in our home last November. In anticipation of his death, we rescued Toffee who is a German Shepherd mix. Then a few months later we found Rolo — who knows what he is. He had been abandoned in a park and he found us on Caleb’s seventh birthday while we were playing Frisbee Golf. We also have two bunnies Ginger and Bluebell (the icecream brand).

As I sit on my new front porch and think of the conservation area that our house backs onto, I am eager to reacquaint myself with the Forest City and to discover aspects of London that I missed when I was a child and as a young adult.

I look forward to renewing old friendships and developing new ones.