My father thought his boys owed him a living and forced us to stay on the farm until 21.
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
I do not philosphize nor do I analyze myself.
I am cordial, untamed, moody, exuberant - all at the same time.
An admiration of my sketch would prompt me to give it away.
I can never keep straight who is fighting whom overseas
I mind my own business and I expect others to mind theirs.
I stripped my life down to its bare essential.
Square dances are a good way of getting to know women while keeping your options open.
My father was not a particularly hard worker but he expected us to be.
When I first arrived in Algonquin Park in 1913 it was a quiet place. Few lumbermen, fewer tourists.
When I first arrived in Algonquin Park in 1913 it was a quiet place. Few lumbermen, fewer tourists.
A man who lives is prepared to die at any time #ttletter
My father did not believe I had the grit to stick things out
I returned in 1905 to Toronto and began life as a letterman in a commercial art firm.
In 1915 I spent over $500 on paint. Almost enough to buy a new car.
Love art whether you accept it or not.
And thus concludes my tweets as they were in 1916-17. 
Matthew 11:25 Blessed are you, Father Lord of heaven and earth; for revealing the mysteries of the kingdom to mere children.
Owen Sound: Local florist picks up daily flower orders by telegraph. J.S Fraser - John Thomson 528 4th Ave. East.
Mark Robinson goes with his son Jack to the boys' camp on Little Joe Lake. 'Let's get back to doing something useful now'