To others, the country was a monotonous dreary waste, but for me it was full of undreamed riches.

A note of thank you https://wp.me/p2YBXq-1hw

Jackson had the greater initiative and was as indifferent to material ambition as I was

1916 Jack Pine Sketch #upclose No. 3 #tt1916

And thus concludes my tweets as they were in 1916-17.

A special dessert. Season's first blueberries shipped from up North. Tom's favourite. Arrived on yesterday's train.

A man does not go through hell and come out an incurable optimist

Lunch is served in Leith Hall by the Women's Institute. Louise Julyan, back from Toronto Art School, is helping to serve.

The family members exit the Auld Kirk Leith Cemetery grounds and make their way to Leith Hall.

The grave diggers commence their task of filling the grave. The dirt hitting the casket makes a strange muffled music-like tone.

The casket is committed and lowered into grave. Lists again to one side. A sliding noise is heard within. George's breath stops short.

2 Cor 4:18. "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal"

Few words are spoken during the interment ceremony. Fitting, as I was never one for many words.

The family gathers around the freshly dug grave. It is beside my younger brother's grave

The funeral procession arrives at Auld Kirk Leith Cemetery

Passing by my favourite fishing hole.

After a while in the City, I had enough of being a dandy - I wanted to get back into the bush

Passing by Rose Hill Farm where I grew up as a child. My parents sold the farm in 1905 and moved into Owen Sound.

I was frequently prey to the doubts of being an artist, but I loved the life.

The funeral procession goes by where I sketched 'Near Owen Sound' in November 1911