Mowat Village Cemetery. You can see Canoe Lake in the background

Vulgarity, misapprehension and ignorance are old acquaintances

1913 Sunset, Canoe Lake, Fall #tt1913

I keep quiet. I go to my room. No one must know of our plans.

The passion for painting is immediate to me.

The words start going through my mind, "Shannon - you and Annie have been first class in destroying my life!" I say nothing

Jackson had only known me for a year - but I became his best friend.

Jun 16, 1917 TORONTO GLOBE: IMPORTANT PROGRESS MADE BY BRITISH

Me: "Yeah, Shan - camping." Shannon knows by the tone of my voice, that this is to be the established fact, though not the truth.

Shannon: "Back from your camping trip, Tom?" He looks me over, "Helluva a shirt and a shave for a camping !"

Shannon is out front. He sees me coming. By the looks of it, he's repairing the front stairs

I can see the vast expanse of the chip yard, once part of the lake, now filled with millions of boards rotting into a spongy mess.

Only 22 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson

I try hard to make my large pieces rise above good decoration.

The weather has changed for the worse again. Yesterday, it was warm and brilliant sunshine, and today it's back to a drizzle and in the fifties

Alexander Hayhurst's casket being transported by Mark Robinson to Mowat Cemetery in 1915.

One of the gravestones at Mowat Cemetery

I thought about the gravestones in back in Leith cemetery. Infants and children got engraved bricks in the grounds.

Annie told me she doesn't believe Mowat Cemetery is consecrated. People buried in unconsecrated grounds become ghosts.

Mowat Cemetery occupants: Jas. Watson and Alexander Hayhurst. I remember Alexander's death in 1915.