| What is that Thing
there?
|
Shun and I some past New Year's Day |
That thing there is
Shun. Is it a beloved childhood toy? Not
really. Beloved is too strong a word for something so scary.
I acquired Shun when I was 14. Singing a Christmas concert with my Scottish
choir (I'm not Scottish - I'm Swedish/English/Danish/German/American Canadian) at a 'home for unwanted women' as far as I could
make out. An over-crowded dingy house in the Parkdale area of Toronto where all the women had
various aliments; mental, physical, psychological. Many were appreciative
and nice but many others ignored us. One just kept screaming because the tv
had been turned off. They had had craft day the day before in honour of our visit and I was given Shun. It was supposed to be a cat but I maintain it most certainly is not. I named it "Shun" for reasons that I believe are self-explanitory. |
Over the years Shun has become a symbol of a socially-awkward
childhood and occassional bad days. I paint it, put it in plays, put
its image on Christmas cards and draw it on furniture.
I guess I've become a bit obsessed.
|
Shun travels well.
Here are some of its adventures.
Shun in Paris |
 |
 |
| Shun and I punting (or being punted) in Oxford | |
 |
| Shun in Cuba | |
 |
|
Shun coming out of Loch Ness, Scotland |
|
|
| Shun in southern Alberta | |
|
|
Shun in the bathroom of Le Foufoune Electrique, Montréal |
|
|
| Shun in Spain (those are verb charts on the wall) |
|
|
| Shun in New York | |
|
| Shun in the LDS Geneology Center, Salt Lake City, Utah |
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
|
HOME
|
|
|
