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Sunee Dhaliwal – Live at the Rio: Broken Dreams

Sunee Dhaliwal Broken Dreams
Sunee Dhaliwal Broken Dreams


Sunee Dhaliwal is a tall, energetic, crowd-favourite comedian, filming his new comedy special,

Thursday August 4 at the Rio Theatre in Vancouver
1660 East Broadway, Vancouver, British Columbia V5N 1W1

Sunee has performed at Montreal’s Just For Laughs, Halifax and Winnipeg comedy festivals, appeared on the CBC, MTV, Comedy Network, and recorded specials for CTV’s Comedy Now and Sirius XM.

Doors 7pm, Show 8pm
Tickets $10
Online tickets can be puchased by clicking HERE
+19 for admission with 2 pieces of ID

Check out this recent promo Sunee did for the City of Abbottsford!

Dad and the Opossum – A Story for Father’s Day

My father died last summer after a long battle with Parkinson’s related dementia, (Lewy Body Disease). In 2012 though, he ended up in the hospital after a health scare. I was worried about him so I flew home to New Brunswick.

Dad was an incredible storyteller. I’ve already written extensively about that. As a history prof, Dad wrote a few books about the human side of the World Wars, but I always urged him to write about his childhood. He never found the time.

When I visited him in 2012, I was afraid it might be the last time, so I tried to record him telling these stories. By then his disease had robbed him of that zest for storytelling but he still gave it a shot.

I’ve been saving these videos for special occasions. Today is my first Father’s Day as a father, but also the first since he passed so I decided to publish this one about his encounter with an opossum.

Not all of the details are clear in the video, so here’s what happened. As a teenager, he lived on a farm and was out checking the traps he’d set for muskrats and weasels. This time he caught an opossum. Now remember, opossums are very slow but are also known for playing dead.

Giphy possum

Dad took the animal, bonked it on the head for good measure and threw it in the back of his truck or wagon, thinking it was dead. Then he rode home to show everyone his catch, but by the time he got there, unbeknownst to him, the opossum had stopped playing dead and crawled out of the truck to make it’s slow motion escape.


When he rallied everyone to see his great trophy, the thing was of course gone. In small town Michigan, everybody knows that opossums play dead and are very slow. Allowing one to escape is the work of fools, so Dad was ridiculed and shamed by his family and friends for many days to come. Haha!

At the end of the video he asks me if he’ll get in trouble, because he wanted to leave the hospital there in the dead of winter, so he could go home. Of course, he was not thinking straight because of his disease. He wanted out of his seat which he was secured to so he wouldn’t fall, but I told him the most trouble he’d get into would be from himself if he fell. It was hard to see this brilliant man, who used to run 10K a day, in such a state. Miss you Dad.


Opossum images courtesy Giphy & crazywebsite.com

Visit The Gulf Islands Off Vancouver Island

Floatplane Arriving at Salt Spring Island Boat During Sunset
Floatplane Arriving at Salt Spring Island Boat During Sunset | Image Courtesy HelloBC

The Gulf Islands are located off of Vancouver Island, between the Island and the mainland of British Columbia, Canada.  They have been named one of the best coastal destinations and Top 52 Places to Visit in 2016 by the New York Times.

The Gulf Islands region has a surprisingly mild climate for being so far north.  The climate is almost Mediterranean.  It is home to beaches, swimming, fishing, scuba diving, sailing, wineries, and holistic farms.  Plus, it is home to many artists.

Gulf Islands (highlighted) and surrounding region.
Gulf Islands (highlighted) and surrounding region. Courtesy Wikipedia

There are over 200 islands, accessible by float plane, private boat, or ferry.  The major islands all deserve a day or two each to explore.  Bicycles are a good way to tour the islands.  To get to an island you will have to pre-plan a ferry trip which only runs at certain times of the day and night.  If you plan on staying overnight, you will have to plan accommodations as well.  There are 14,000 people scattered throughout the various islands.  Different islands offer different possibilities, so you will need to think about and pre-plan what you want to do. 

Here are a few descriptions of some of the islands.

Salt Spring Island

Mild climate, laid back lifestyle, most popular island, home to the most people, wineries, organic farming, food artisans, cheesemakers

Bounty of Salt Spring at the 2014 Salt Spring Island Fall Fair
Bounty of Salt Spring at the Salt Spring Island Fall Fair | Image: Salt Spring Market


Hornby Island

Art community, parks, beaches

Tribune Bay Beach on Hornby Island
Tribune Bay Beach on Hornby Island | Image: HelloBC


Gabriola Island

Art, parks, beaches, limestone formations

Eastern shore of Gabriola
Eastern shore of Gabriola | Image: Source


Denman Island

Parks, wilderness, wildlife viewing

Denman Island Nature Tour
Denman Island Nature Tour | Image Courtesy Pacific Rainforest Adventure Tours


Mayne Island

Mayne Island – 19th century buildings, kayaking opportunities, lighthouse, mountain climbing

Orca whale sightings
Orca whale sightings | Image Courtesy Mayne Island Resort



This article contributed by Cheryl Jones, a free lance writer and blogger.

Europe 2014 Part 3: Liverpool City Photowalk

Travel Journal: Monday, June 16, 2014

I slept straight through the night. Perhaps the melatonin helped! It usually does. I didn’t wake until 6am when the alarm sounded. Fatima was working the nursing conference today and we wanted to breakfast together. The continental included baked beans, of which I had two bowls. Baked beans make a great breakfast! They also had chocolate danish/croissants and a coffee machine. The coffee was good too. I took a mug for the road and escorted Fatima to the Convention Center.

I returned to the hotel room, changed my shoes and loaded up the camera for today’s adventure. I strolled past the Royal Liver Building, over Strand and up Water Street towards Liverpool Lime Street station with a few diversions.

Liverpool Town Hall's rooftop Minerva statue from 1799
Liverpool Town Hall’s rooftop Minerva statue from 1799.

From there I would catch the train to Chester, a small medieval town with an old Roman wall around it. I aimed to catch some Liverpool sites along the way. One of them which I discovered was St. Luke’s church. It was bombed out in 1941 during the wartime May Blitz of Liverpool.

St. Luke's church. Looks like a normal church from the outside but inside is a different story.
St. Luke’s church (left). Looks like a normal church from the outside but inside is a different story.

WATCH: Artists in Residence at “The Bombed Out Church”

I continued on and explored the nearby Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral, then entered the train station. I bought a ticket and headed to Chester, only a 45 minute ride away. I will dedicate another blog post to that adventure, so let’s skip ahead…

Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral
The Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral.
Detail of the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral entranceway.
Detail of the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral entranceway.
Interior of the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral.
Interior of the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral.
Street view from the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral.
My view from the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral. Liverpool Cathedral visible in the distance.

After a few hours spent in Chester, I surveyed the area around Lime Street station including St. George’s Hall and Gardens, the World Museum and Walker Art Gallery. I also discovered many street vendors and markets, the Queen Victoria Monument, and visited the Museum of Liverpool along the Mersey River while returning to the Convention Center to meet Fatima.

Exterior of Lime Street Station, Liverpool UK.
Around Lime Street Station.
Lion statue on the steps of St. George's Hall.
Lion statue on the steps of St. George’s Hall.
Marble statue inside Walker Art Gallery.
Marble statue inside Walker Art Gallery.
Angel statue in St. George's Gardens.
Angel statue in St. George’s Gardens.
Street vendors in downtown Liverpool.
Street vendors in downtown Liverpool.
Flowers in an alleyway.
Flowers in an alleyway.
Queen Victoria Monument.
Queen Victoria Monument.
Museum of Liverpool along the Mersey.
Museum of Liverpool along the Mersey.
A liverbird overlooking rooftop statues of liverbirds perched atop the Royal Liver Building from inside the Museum of Liverpool.
A liverbird overlooking rooftop statues of liverbirds perched atop the Royal Liver Building from inside the Museum of Liverpool.
Football memorabilia on display in the Museum of Liverpool.
Football memorabilia on display in the Museum of Liverpool.

She she wasn’t quite finished, so I strolled back around the Albert Dock nearby and found a dockside patio. I ordered a Guinness and beet pizza at a funky little spot called Revolution. Fatima soon joined me.

Guinness on the patio of the Albert Dock.
Guinness on the patio of the Albert Dock.
Beet pizza from Revolution.
Beet pizza from Revolution.

It was late evening now. We were both jetlagged and ready to rest. She must work again tomorrow, so more adventures for me!

Photo Album: Liverpool City Photowalk

(View on Flickr)

Roadkill Hunters III: The Wild West

Episode 3: Introducing a new roadkill hunter, Cousin Liam from New Zealand! The boys are back and this time they’re hunting for roadkill on the western front!

WATCH Roadkill Hunters III: The Wild West

Joined by their cousin Liam, the Roadkill Hunter boys Daman and Oliver leave the Maritimes to expand operations into Western Canada. While exploring the western realm, they investigate a disturbing anomaly which is having a devastating affect on roadkill yields in the region.

Also available for your viewing pleasure…


In this follow up to the smash hit series, “ROADKILL HUNTERS”, we find our hunters, Daman, Fatima and Oliver a year later. The gang reunites after some time apart to bring back the action for ROADKILL HUNTERS, PART TWO!!

For those who missed it…


“A man, his wife and nephew drive around searching the backroads and highways of rural New Brunswick, Canada to find various types of wild animals killed by automobile traffic.”

My Eulogy: Growing Up with Dr. David Beatty as My Father

Watch: My Eulogy at Dad’s Funeral in Sackville, New Brunswick

The following is a transcript from my eulogy at my father’s funeral. Watch my eulogy above or scroll down to watch the full length funeral video.

Eulogy Transcript

Well there’s a lot of people in the ‘audience’ here today and I’m sure Dad would love to be up here entertaining you all.

My father grew up in the dirty 30s in a small country town in Michigan named Williamston. He planned to be a farmer but fate led him to academics, and later, here to Sackville, New Brunswick.

Dad and Uncle Tom in the 1930s.

Growing up with David Beatty as my father… When I was little, he entertained me reading stories and acting out the voices. I loved it and he’d make me laugh. We’d sit in his study and as he smoked a pipe and read me the classics like Jack London’s The Call of the Wild and White Fang, also Robinson Crusoe and Treasure Island, even Tarzan. Amazing stories! I would play with my toys or draw but I had to pay attention because he’d quiz me every few minutes about what was happening and I didn’t want to let him down.

My sister Margaret and I with Dad and Chuck the dog.

My sister Margaret and I with Dad on Christmas morning.

He loved to tease and torment us. If we had bare feet, he would chase my sister and I around the house yelling “fresh piggies” trying to stomp on our toes. We seriously thought he’d gone berserk and was going to squash our feet, but of course he never did.

Left: Margaret. Right: Swimming with Dad.

He tried to overcome my fear of swimming by dragging me out, kicking and screaming into the Northumberland Strait to toss me out over my head. This did not work one bit. It only made my fear of the water worse. I think finally, I overcame it by taking swimming lessons at the Mount A pool, or in therapy, I’m not sure.

Speaking of the Northumberland Strait… this is unthinkable now, but for fun he would dangle me upside down by my ankles over the railing of the ferry on the way to Prince Edward island. I’m not sure where exactly Mom was when this happened but I am sure glad he never dropped me!

Every Saturday in Baie Verte, when I was a kid, he’d take a load of garbage over to the town dump in Aulac. I’d be at home, minding my own business, watching Saturday morning cartoons or something, and he would suddenly appear in the doorway, “This is it, boy. Today’s the day, I’m going to get rid of you… leave you at the dump”. I believed him. We drove in his truck and I trembled all the way while he reminded me this was our last day together. We arrived at the dump and he’d throw all the garbage bags and stuff into the vast pit. I’d just stand there waiting for my fate, but then he’d show some mercy and decide to keep me for another week. What a relief! I’m pretty sure I developed some abandonment issues from this for a while.

I love telling these stories you know and it was all good fun.

Mom and Dad were both teachers, so they had every summer off. We’d pack everything up and go live at our Murray Corner farm house for the summer. We have this 100 acre farm property, I’m sure many of you have been there. It goes right from the beach to vast fields, a woodlot, a river, two big barns and an old farmhouse.

Dad in the kitchen of the farmhouse in the 1960s.

It was the perfect place to grow up. We had horses, cows, pigs, dogs, puppies, barn cats, kittens, tons of kittens, they’d just show up randomly like magic, just kittens all the time like some kind of childhood dream.

With Margaret on the Fence (Baie Verte).

Dad with Margaret on the horse.

A horse and carriage ride.

In late summer, Dad would hire a team of guys from Port Elgin to come and help him harvest the hay. They’d show up with big tractors and trucks, they were all sweaty, greasy and unshaven, hard working men. Real farmers, like something out of Mice and Men, and they had big hay wagons. My sister and I would ride on these hay wagons all day while they baled the hay, then they’d fill our giant barn full of these square bales.

hay harvest
Harvesting the hay at the farm in 1975.

Like life-size legos, my sister and I would play in the barn for days building forts, my friend Jeff Roach would come over and we’d climb to the top of the barn in the rafters and leap like 20-30 feet into the soft piles of hay below. I can’t believe how much fun that was… or that we never got hurt!

Dad had his own antique tractor too and I would spend all day on it with him. Also his legendary Chevy truck he had since 1984. So much fun.. We used to stand on the back bumper of that thing as he drove down the highway, or sit in the back. No seat belt laws back then. I remember tumbling off a couple times, but again, never got hurt.

He loved to farm, God, he sure did. He’d be in the garden all day and he was famous in town for having crops that would appear before anybody else. He made me do it too, weeding and digging up potatoes out of the dirt with my bare hands. I think every kid should go through this, it teaches you how to work hard. Although, I swore I would move to the city when I grew up so i would never have to do it again.

After farming all day, Dad would go on a long, long bike ride, then after that, a long run, then a long swim. He was so active. he ran 10km a day.

He also loved camping, fishing, canoeing and hiking. He would bring my brother, sister and I, and also my cousin Liam along. What a blast, eating canned sardines, making popcorn in a pot over the camp stove.

Camping with Dad.

Hiking in Newfoundland with Dad, Mom and Margaret. August 1994.

I should mention that we gave a small portion of Dad’s ashes to my cousin Liam, and while we are here, right now, Liam is in New Zealand, hiking up a mountain to spread those ashes in Dad’s honour. (Watch this in the video).

Dad fishing with Zeno
Dad fishing with Zeno in 1974.

Anyway, Dad would also go camping with the dog. He loved all of his dogs! There was Zeno, Chuck, Bess, and later, Goldie. They’d cruise around with him everywhere in his old blue pickup truck.

Dad and his old pickup truck in Sackville, NB.

He also had cats. One cat in particular, Cinder. He originally found her behind the stove when he bought our Baie Verte house in the 60s. That cat lived to be like 25 years old and even moved to Sackville with us in 1990.

He had crazy sayings he would chant out to these animals like “Ohh BESS!!” or “old Bad Bess the GOOD!” or “You’re a Laaaazy old KeetKite” for Cinder the old cat. And that cat was miserable, by the way. If you ever tried to pet her she’d shriek and claw or bite you, but he loved her. As I mentioned, she grew so old, by the end she was like a boney, furry spine with only like 2 or 3 sharp teeth left.

My sister Margaret with me as a baby and Dad holding Cinder looking miserable as ever in the kitchen of our Baie Verte house.

I remember as a kid in Baie Verte, trying to take advantage of having a historian for a father to get my history homework done faster – rather than having to research or read stuff, I thought I could just ask my Dad and he could quickly provide the answers I needed so I could get back to watching TV or goofing off. But this quickly backfired on me. I went and asked him about the Louis Riel Rebellion, or whatever topic I was assigned to, expecting a quick answer, but then he would get all excited and take me to his personal library and he’d pull out like 3 or 4 thick books and go on for hours teaching me in great depth about the subject. I wish I could tell you how much I loved this, but at the time I was pulling my hair out just wanting him to be done. I had no idea how lucky I was.

When I was a little older though, it was such a treat to watch historical documentaries or war movies with him. He would point out people or things that were given only a brief reference in the movie, and provide a whole backstory to them, then everything that was happening would make so much more sense. I would pause the video and let him explain these things and it would add such a deeper dimension to the movie. You’d learn a lot.

My father was a terrible business man. He grew all these farm crops, way too many for us to eat, then he’d drive around just dropping them off to people around the community.. old ladies, everyone for free.

His old antique tractor, it must have been worth a lot. When he no longer used it, he just gave it away to the neighbors. Same with his truck, rather than selling it, just gave it away. He even let a local guy farm our land for free, he still does it… He was just generous. He didn’t really care about the money. Even when his colleagues at the university, other profs, went on strike demanding higher wages, he did not. I asked him about this and he said, “they pay me enough”. I think he just loved his job so much, maybe he was afraid they’d take it away.

Over the years, so many of his students have reached out to me, and told me how much he has influenced them and their lives, and what an inspiration he has been to them. It truly lifts me up to hear these stories. Especially now that we’ve lost him. You are truly keeping his spirit alive. Thank you.

It has been difficult for me, living so far away. I want to thank my Mom, my sister and her kids who visited and took care of Dad over the past few years. I know the people at the hospital and the Drew took exceptional care of him as well. I also want to extend my gratitude to Dad’s closest friend, Jack Drover who so faithfully visited him and spent time with him in his last days.

It was hard to watch Dad decline. He always ate healthy food and exercised like crazy, but none of that helped him fight off this brain disease. Still, he never got to the point where he didn’t know who I was. They say his brain was extra resilient because as a historian he spent a lifetime memorizing facts, figures, names and dates, and this actually strengthened the connections within his brain, slowing the effects of the disease.

My childhood best friend, Jeff Roach, I mentioned him earlier; he recently passed away tragically and unexpectedly, and I came home for his service.

While I was home, I had the chance to visit Dad, a chance I wouldn’t have had otherwise. My wife Fatima was only a few weeks pregnant at this point and normally you don’t tell people about it but here I had an opportunity to tell Dad about the pregnancy in person. When I told him, a huge smile appeared on his face, but I told him not to tell anyone yet, and he agreed.

My last visit with Dad at the Drew. March 2015.

I didn’t have the opportunity to see Dad again until Father’s Day, just recently and I arranged it with Mom and them to Facetime with Dad from Vancouver. By this time they all knew about the pregnancy and we asked Dad if he could tell us what special thing was happening with Fatima and I. He said, “well they’re having a baby!” And we all celebrated because this meant he still knew it and remembered it all this time.

Our last Facetime with Dad. Father’s Day 2015.

That was the last time I spoke to Dad, and unfortunately he will miss the birth of our baby, but the fact that he remembered it means everything to me.

He lived a good life, and I am so happy you have all come to celebrate it with us today.

Thank you so much.

Watch: Dr. David Beatty’s Funeral ~ Full Length

Funeral video recorded by Jones Funeral Home.


Jack Drover’s Tribute

Below is the transcript from Jack Drover’s eulogy at Dad’s funeral also featured in the full length video above.

Tribute to David Beatty, August 15, 2015

I came to Sackville and Mount Allison in 1974 as the soccer and hockey coach. Early on in my career I met two very special people. Co-incidentally they were both named David – David MacAulay and David Beatty.

I quickly learned that Dave Beatty was a gentleman, a respected professor, and a sports fan.

When I attended Alumni events and did school visitations, so many of those attending asked about Dave Beatty and asked me to extend greetings to him – and to say a special thank you for his sincere interest and guidance. Dave often told me that he taught some good and not so good students, and my guess is that both are represented here today. He took great pride in hearing from his former students following completion of their degree. My wife Jane was the coordinator of the Meighen Centre at Mount A. Her office was across from a classroom where Dave lectured in on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Jane told her secretary not to schedule appointments during his lectures, and she would go across the hall to listen, learn, and enjoy.

Dave’s obvious passion outside of the classroom was football, especially Mountie football. But his love of sport and of those playing extended far beyond the sport of football. I even had the pleasure of coaching his son Damon in age group soccer, and trying to teach Dave a little about the true game of football. I think it fell on deaf ears.

On Mountie Football game day, Dave would pop by my office, chat for a minute, go down the hall and shake hands with the coaches, pop into the dressing room, wish the players well, and then he and his dog would head to his special seat at the end of the stands near the 40 yard line. I had a clear view from my office. You can see his seat later from Tweedie as you look across the rebuilt field towards the bleachers.

In all honesty when I first learned that Dave was a resident of the Drew I knew that the right thing to do was to visit him, that it would not be easy, and if I did visit, what would I say, and I wondered what would we talk about.

Well Dave must have quickly observed that I was a little nervous, uncomfortable, but with his skill he took charge and I left looking forward to my next visit. These visits increased to three to four times a week when I was in town – always to include Saturday mornings as I wanted to make sure that his TV or radio were on the correct channel/ station, and then to brief him on our Mounties and our opponents.

I wanted to make sure that that my visits and our chats were varied, so I thought about strategies that would insure that we would talk about things from A to Z, and I actually used that quite often – working through the alphabet. We talked pretty well about everything, ranging from him raising and butchering animals in his youth, to him wanting to be a vet, to exploring and fishing in Michigan, to a Detroit Tiger vs New York Yankees game in New York, to his camping trip in Newfoundland, to running with the Wooders’ on the beaches in PEI, to discussing those who did honors papers under his supervision, to world history – and discussing the first and second world wars and the many local people who had families serve in them.

I was one of those not so good students mentioned earlier. I thought of a way to improve my GPA. I would ask Dave to give me assignments from time to time- a form of adult learning. He agreed. My first assignment was to find the burial sites of all former Prime Ministers. I did this, and on my next visit he gave me an oral exam. When it was finished, I asked him what my grade was on the assignment. He responded A+. I asked him to give me more assignments so that I could get my GPA up to at least 2.0. We laughed about this often. Then he told me that he once visited Lester Pearson’s burial site in Wakefield, PQ, tried to climb the fence to get to it, had his pants catch in the fence, fell to the ground, and ripped his pants to pieces. He was curious about the two former Prime Ministers buried in Halifax, and his next assignment was for me to get him more information. I did and told him that the two were Sir Charles Tupper and John Thompson. Sir Charles Tupper had a storied career. John Thompson’s was somewhat obscure. He gave me another A +, and he told me that I was right on – but did point out that John Thompson was young, inexperienced, but that he had nice hair though.

We even figured out the date of the Yankee – Tiger game he attended and found the starting line-ups on the game. Whitey Ford, Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Harvey Keunn , and Al Kaline were just some of the Hall of Famers in the game day lineup. I got an A++ that day.

We chatted about his grandchildren. He was excited that Oliver was playing basketball and he also told me that he was an excellent mackerel fisherman. Oliver, I was in Chester two weeks ago fishing and only caught five, so I will be asking you for lessons. His granddaughter Catherine played a Annie in the presentation of the stage play Annie in Riverview last year. This year she was a pink lady in the TRHS presentation of Grease. One day when I visited she was singing Dave some songs from Grease. When she was finished, and was still present, I sang “ Take Me Out to the Ball Game “ to Dave. When I got to “ and it is One , Two , Three Strikes and you’re out – he raised his right arm and sang along with me. A very special and memorable moment! One of the more recognizable songs / lyrics from Grease was sung by Sandra Dee. “ Tell me more, Tell me more, do not go out that door “. I think I often heard Dave singing this as I was leaving.

We talked about his travels, particularly international as well as his gardening, another passion of his. He told me of his visit to the London Museum and I shared our visit to the Normandy Coast, Vimy Ridge, and Beaumont Hamel with him. Our youngest son was a tour guide at both, so I had an inside track on this information.
Another A +.

I am a novice at gardening. One day Mary Jean came to visit when I was there, and she asked me what I was growing. I responded herbs, with an H. She corrected me saying erbs, without the H. David and I looked at each other, with a special smile. So at my next visit he asked me how my erbs were progressing – and I told him I am growing “ H ‘s”. and I would soon have Herbs and Honions for Mary Jean – in my best Newfoundland twang.

Sometimes when I went to visit him he was “ resting his eyes”, I would sit on the edge of his bed, tap him lightly on his right knee, quietly say a few words, and before I knew it his eyes would slowly open, he would have a smile on his face, say hi Jack, we would chat. When I would leave I would put my left hand on his shoulder, and say to him – “ see you again soon “ and his response was always –“ thank you for coming, say hi to Jane, and you have made my day. “

Canada Day this year marked the 99th anniversary of the Battle at Beaumont Hamel. Our six years old granddaughter was selected to place a wreath at the National War Memorial in Ottawa representing the young people of Canada. I told Dave how proud we all were, and I saw tears of pride in his eyes. He asked me to bring the picture to show him. It arrived on the Monday following his death.

Dave was a very special person, and I am one of many who have had the privilege to have my life influenced by Dr. David Beatty.

Dr. David Pierce Beatty 1933 – 2015

Dr. David Pierce Beatty, 1933 – 2015

This obituary for Dr. David Pierce Beatty was written by his daughter Margaret with contributions from David himself, his wife Mary Jean, and son Daman.

On October 10th, 1933, during the Great Depression, David Beatty was born at home in a back road farm house with no running water or electricity in Ingham County, Michigan. Growing up, he attended a one-room school house. He participated in the Future Farmers of America and 4-H Club, where he won a public speaking contest for the State of Michigan and other similar awards. This inspired him to continue his education, eventually earning a Ph.D. in History of International Relations from Michigan State University.

David came to Canada during the Vietnam War in 1966 to join Mount Allison University’s History Department where he specialized in diplomacy between the country of his birth and the country into which he was adopted. He served as Departmental Head, Director of American Studies, and Co-Director of International Studies. Additionally, he authored several books: The Vimy Pilgrimage, July 1936, From the Diary of Florence Murdock, Amherst, Nova Scotia; Memories of the Forgotten War: The World War I Diary of Pte. V.E.Goodwin; and The World War I Diaries and Letters of Lieut. Stanley Edgett (co-edited by Dr. Tom Edgett). For several years, he was a leading figure in the university’s high school visitation program and an enthusiastic counselor to prospective students. He was perhaps best known as a passionate teacher who was generous with his time and advice. He showed dedication to the development of his students not only as intellectuals and scholars but also as individuals and citizens. Mount Allison awarded him the Herbert & Leota Tucker award for Excellence in Teaching in 1989. He taught for over three decades until his appointment as Professor Emeritus of History in 2000.

David’s love of history and teaching was matched by his enthusiasm for football. An avid supporter of the Mount Allison varsity football team, he could reliably be found on fall weekends near the athletic field cheering on his beloved Mounties. He was appointed Honorary President of the Fifth Quarter Club. In his final years, when no longer able to attend games, he loyally followed his favourite team on television with great pleasure.

Sheila Blagrave, editor of the Mount Allison Record, said of David Beatty, “He was a gentleman farmer and something of a backroom politician“. He was also a popular orator and storyteller who featured occasionally on radio and television and was known locally for his annual Remembrance Day speeches. Although not destined to be a farmer by profession, he nonetheless continued to cultivate his rural roots. David was deeply fond of the small community of Baie Verte, New Brunswick, which he called home for about two decades. For many years, between Convocation and Commencement, he moved his family to Parkbeg Farm, in Murray Corner, New Brunswick, where he zealously planted vegetables and raised livestock to fill the freezer with food for the long winters. When not tending to his prolific gardens, he could often be found distributing the overabundance among friends, neighbours, and passers-by. David was also an outdoorsman and athlete, instilling in his children a love for camping, hiking, running, canoeing, and campfire building.

David passed away on August 2nd, 2015, after a lengthy illness. He is survived by his wife of 47 years, Mary Jean (Bissell) Beatty, and three children: Daman Beatty (Fatima) of Vancouver, BC; Margaret Priemer, of Sackville, NB, and David Beatty Jr., of Michigan. He is also survived by two brothers, Thomas and Hal Beatty, of Michigan; three grandchildren: Catherine and Oliver Priemer, of Sackville, NB, and Jason Beatty, of Michigan; four great-grandchildren: Brayden, Gage, Brynn, and Pierce Beatty, of Michigan; and extended family.


A celebration of David’s life will take place on Saturday, August 15th, at 2:00 p.m., and has been moved to Mount Allison University Chapel, Sackville, New Brunswick. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in David’s name to Mount Allison University’s Fifth Quarter Club, the Tantramar Heritage Trust, Open Sky Co-Operative, or a charity of one’s own choice.

Further details will be published on Jones Funeral Home website.


Baby “Fatman” 3D Ultrasound at 28 Weeks

My wife Fatima is pregnant. We’re currently at 28 weeks with the baby due on September 29, 2015. We do not know the sex, so we shall refer to this baby for now as baby “Fatman” (Fatima + Daman).

Honestly, I never paid much attention to baby stuff before. I wasn’t even sure I’d have one. Once you get to a certain age though, and with the right person, things change. Only recently, I actually felt I was finally mature enough to be a father, and my wife seemed to think so too. So we decided to do it. Yes, literally!

A snapshot of baby Fatman from the 3D Ultrasound.

Sure, baby pictures and ultrasounds are not all that interesting to everybody, and I understand that. But when the baby is yours that’s different. I personally find the whole process mind blowing and impossible, but that’s life in general! If you look around, this is where everybody comes from. This baby will become a real life person the same way I did! Still, seeing this human body grow from a tiny seed into a living, breathing complex organism with a spine, hands, fingers, lips, eyes oh yeah, and a personality! It doesn’t seem real or possible to me, like some kind of fantasy. Then you wonder, who will this person become? What talents will they have? Will they like me? Hopefully they won’t be a jerk… well, I guess that’s our job to teach them right from wrong.

We’ve done a couple of the standard black and white 2D ultrasounds, but yesterday we shelled out the cash for a true 3D/4D ultrasound. It is bit like seeing through a window smeared with Campbell’s chunky soup, but we got a clear glimpse of our first baby’s facial features. Check out the recorded session video below!

WATCH: Baby Fatman in the Womb in 3D!

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Lahore: The Iconic Monument of a Majestic City

Notwithstanding as the capital of Pakistan, Lahore has always remained as a cultural, architectural, artistic and historical hub of this piece of land, Pakistan. If you are passionate about historical and cultural monuments, Lahore ought to be your final destination without any exception. The imprints of formidable Mughal’s masterpieces that faded even British legacy, can be viewed around the Old City of Lahore.


Over the years, Lahore has bloomed itself into bustling city with ever increasing metropolis pollution and intense atmosphere but also have sublime and symbolic architectural structures that can arouse a divine sensation in a glance of every visitor. It gives me immense pleasure to talk about the heritage of my city but I will commence from Badshahi Mosque.


Badshahi Mosque is a revered and agile legacy of Mughal Emperor, Aurangzeb Alamgir who was the sixth emperor of Mughal Dynasty and has imperial title, named as Alamgir. The construction of Mosque was completed in 1674 under the leadership of Emperor himself. Opposite the Lahore Fort, Badshahi Mosque is standing elegantly and confidently. Badshahi Mosque is the 2nd largest mosque of the country and South Asia and the 5th largest Mosque of the whole world. The majestic structure of Badshahi Mosque manifests the beauty, passion and grandeur of Mughal’s era and also demonstrates how exceptional they were in their architectural sensibility.

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Badshahi Mosque possessed four narrowing minarets, made up of red sandstone, three huge marble domes and an open courtyard, believed to hold up to 100,000 worshipers at a time. The mosque was seriously damaged in British Rule, but subsequently restored and renovated. It is proclaimed, that rooms above the entrance gate of mosque has hairs of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and other artifacts, you will charge five rupees as admission fee to see these rooms here. In the evening, the illuminated view of Mosque becomes iconic and panoramic. Badshahi Mosque has similar architectural scheme like Jamia Mosque in Delhi, India.


In the courtyard of Mosque, the Tomb of Allama Iqbal, who was the philosopher-poet of Pakistan, is standing with all its glory. The tomb is the modest memorial structure, made up of red sandstone, and retained the memory of this great poet who first postulated the Idea of an independent state for Muslims of Indo-Pak in 1930.


The Government of Pakistan urged to include this historical and architectural monument as a World Heritage Site in UNESCO’ s World Heritage List which later included in Pakistan’s Tentative List for possible nomination as world heritage site.

Altogether, Badshahi Mosque is the most popular landmark and major tourist attraction in Lahore with all its divine beauty and majestic appearance. Therefore, if you are visiting Pakistan, especially Lahore, a stroll around the Mall Road of the city, can yield you to this eye-catching monument of the dazzling history in Pakistan.

St. Luke’s “The Bombed Out Church” – Liverpool, UK

While roaming around Liverpool, UK, I discovered St. Luke’s church. It was bombed out in 1941 during the May Blitz of Liverpool in World War II.

WATCH: Artists in Residence at “The Bombed Out Church”

It was a beautiful little church from the outside. I didn’t even realize it was totally hollow and empty until I came around the corner just as these artists (Adele, Shivon and Ambrose pictured above) were unlocking the door. I asked if I could join them and they let me right in. We go acquainted and they told me about how they have been struggling to save this church for the arts community.

It was so beautiful in there with art hanging everywhere and the sunflower installation by a Jesuit priest from the Philippines. Watch my video to learn more, and enjoy my photographs below!

Photo Album: St. Luke’s “The Bombed Out Church” – Liverpool, UK

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