Nightmare at TCHC at 55 The Esplanade on the 5th floor.

Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone [live]

Brown Foggy Movember

November has its own beauty neither golden autumn nor white and clean winter. November is foggy, grey ,rainy and brown...November in my family has always been unlucky as my Grandmother Beatrix Bailey passed away of TB on November 24th, 1939 at the age of 39. My last uncle Allan Franklin joined her in November 21, 1995 at the age of 64.. But it is lucky for my eldest sister Judith Hewitt whose birthday is November 9, 1939...she met our grandmother before she passed away. My Mother Ollie hated November 24th...she passed away on December 06, 2004. 12/06/2004 (24).

November 2nd is All Souls' Day and November is All Souls Month. We believe that there is a period when the souls of the dead are moving around and visiting their former homes. Now is the time to light the candle and put it on the window. Show the way to the souls and commemorate deceased loved ones.

My best friend Barb Pratt passed away of ovarian cancer on November 10, 2011 at 59 years young.

My boyfriend Jaan Poldass of 42 years passed away of cancer on October 17th, 2018, as well as my niece Daphne Johnson-Will who left us on the same day in 2013. So October is just as bad for our family for deaths. Now I have breast cancer for a year now so I am hoping I will survive at least 5-10 years but we never know. I love the Baltics and my son is half Latvian. There are many memories this time of the year for so many because of 11/11/1918 Lest We forget WW1. My late Father Abraham Joseph was a RCAF WW2 Air force hero with the flying cross and he lived to be 99. So let's celebrate all the memories of the ones that fought for our freedom. In November, we remember Lest We Forget.

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Why I Love Bob Dylan!

Hello, I am the Jive Bunny

As an artist all my life, I now question what is art? I believe you must know the basics of any art form.
I discovered at a young age materials such as good pens and paints on quality paper made better art.
Print-making made more art, and photography was the medium for reference for the artist. I have been communicating on Facebook with Bob Dylan on Hangout. How did I find him?
That is the question as he claims he is a very busy man with concerts almost every day and art shows
travelling to China. How do I know it is him and not some evil jerk trying to scam an older woman who has cancer? So far he has asked for my e-mail, and now my address and phone number with my mailing name. He wants to send me a briefcase full of special documents that are worth millions and about $70,000 US funds. I told him I would think about it...not!
What ever happened to the old autograph books we used to have? Now it is What's app, Hangout, and Facebook for old gezzers who like to troll young women like Bob Dylan impersonators.
I was not born yesterday when it comes to scams and with all these job sites all our information is public to scammers.

So I do love Bob Dylan and I love his music and art, but I will not even spend the money for a concert ticket to see him. Who is Bob Dylan and who am I ? I am the Jive Bunny and I was born to be an Artist and someday maybe I may really meet Bob Dylan for lunch.

Lay Lady Lay

The Jive Bunny's Bed of My Own

Hi, I am the Jive Bunny,

I was born in North Bay, Ontario on April 9th, 1952. Born at almost 13 pounds, my size 2 baby body
was able to stand already and I came into a household of five little girls Judith, Patricia, Sherry and Linda, a Mom Ollie, and a Dad Abe. I don't remember ever having my own bed because our small house was always filled with Sisters, friends and relatives.

I moved away in 1971 to attend Art College and found out while living with my girlfriends Barb and Judi, I still never had my own bed due to friends and relatives always visiting us in that big house on Markham Street. I moved home to North Bay and worked at the Bank of Nova Scotia on Main Street for a year, got together with my first boyfriend Dave and then moved back to Toronto to attend Ontario College of Art again, this time we found a house on 324 Dundas Street and lived on the 2nd floor. David lost his Mother to cancer when he was 13 years old and his family house was sold in 1970, so all his furniture came with us. There was a 1936 bedroom set with a four poster bed, a chest of drawers, and a vanity. When Dave and I broke up in 1974, I moved into a small apartment on Palmerston Blvd. and the four poster bed and vanity went to my sister Patsy in Hamilton.

I lived in that little apartment on Palmerston Blvd for five years and then I met my son's baby daddy,
moved into a house on Howland Avenue and in 1980 my big son Joshua was born all 10 pounds 10 ounces of joy. My son was the best thing that ever happened to me. But I still never had a bed of my own.
So in 1982 we moved to a three bedroom apartment on the Danforth after the owner of the Howland Street house passed away. It was then I kicked the cheating baby daddy out with his king sized mattress; I picked up the 1936 four poster bed from my sister Patsy's shed, gave it to the Goodwill to repair and I finally had my own bed.

From 1982 to present 2018, I moved only three times once to Henry Lane Terrace, twice in the same building in 1985 and 2013 at 55 The Esplanade where I still live with all my stuff in a one bedroom.

I still sleep on the same mattress that I bought in 1982 from Sears and a mattress that a lover bought for me in 2000 for a bed couch I had in my Jive Gallery on Queen Street East. All my furniture have memories of past houses like the 1905 vanity from the house on Howland with the 1912 beveled mirror along with the antique mirror that hung above the fireplace that we took when we moved in 1981.

 I dream all the time that I still do not have a place to sleep and I was never welcome in North Bay because the house on Ferguson Street was sold and my sisters told me to never come back after my Mother and Father died. All the furniture belonging to my parents was given away and all I have left of my family home are memories and all the paintings I did over the years of my family history.

I have breast cancer one year now and my time on this earth is in question. In my dream dictionary
a bed can represent a form of spiritual sanctuary and a sense of purity.
We all need a bed of our own and to share it with the ones who we love. Without a bed of our own we have no place to dream, no place to love and no place to live.

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