Remembering William Markle ‘Mark’ Pecover
Posted by Ian November 10th, 2008 in Mixed Bag, Prig Brother
We all have our stories of a family’s sacrifice in wars. Mine is not very much different. In 1914, the dominion of Canada was prevailed upon to ship nearly ten percent of its population across the Atlantic to pursue a fruitless and unnecessary war. Ten percent of those men never returned. Fortunately, both my Grandfather and Great Grandfather survived their experiences.
Like many whose scars were more than skin deep my grandfather, John Cunningham Aitken, returned from serving as a corporal with the Royal Scots to his family in Port Glasgow, Scotland and never spoke of his wartime exploits again (though he received the Belgian Croix de Guerre in 1918, among other decorations). I never had the chance to know him, as he died when my mother was 15.
On the other end of the spectrum my great grandfather returned to Manitoba from Vimy Ridge just as deeply affected by what he saw and experienced and sought to share the grim realities of war with all who would listen. As a writer and an educator, he did what came naturally. Of going over the top in the final battle at Vimy Ridge William Markle Pecover (Grandpa Mark to me) wrote: Read More

As some of you know, I have experienced some recent [ahem] frustration while trying to build a technology business in Vancouver.
Let’s face it. It’s sleek. It’s one of the fastest browsers out there for OS X. It syncs with my .Mac account, so I have a seamless browsing experience on all of my Macs. But, alas, I have a love/hate relationship with OS X Safari. I come back to it every once in a while for a few weeks, have a great time, and then things start turning sour. And by sour, I mean bitter, nasty, and hair-pullingly difficult.
