Don Hayward was born in Sudbury Ontario in 1946. He grew up at a hydro-electric generating site on the Spanish River, surrounded by the natural world of the Canadian Shield hard rock country. This is the location for Echo of the Whip-poor-Will. Don resides in Goderich Ontario
Echo of the Whip-poor-Will
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- ISBN978-0-463-65061-5
- EAN9780463650615
- Date de parution02/03/2019
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- ÉditeurBluewater
Résumé
Don Hayard's memories of his early life in High Falls Ontario on the Spanish river framed as a fictional return to the disappeared town sometime in the early 2000s. The span of memory is from about 1948 to 1961. In the engaging stage play, Ipperwash, Falen Johnson and Jessica Carmichael lead us to consider place, loss of home and dislocation from our roots. They presented the story as an explanation of the native peoples' connection to the land.
I left the Blythe Theater with a mixture of excitement and sadness in my heart. Our industrial culture over the past 200 years has led to dislocation for most of us, as economics has forced people to move or has obliterated our places of youth, and in my case, both happened with High Falls. It had disappeared by 1980.
I left the Blythe Theater with a mixture of excitement and sadness in my heart. Our industrial culture over the past 200 years has led to dislocation for most of us, as economics has forced people to move or has obliterated our places of youth, and in my case, both happened with High Falls. It had disappeared by 1980.














