| Major M.A. Parker (1902-1985) CO "D" Coy, Royal Rifles of Canada |
Youngest son of Albert L. Parker and Josephine Woodward, born in
Coaticook, Quebec, and married to Beryl Smith, born in Tring Jonction,
Quebec, daughter of James Smith and Ida Buchanan. He had two
children, Cynthia, born in 1932, and me, Ronald C.W., born in Quebec
City April 28th., 1939. He left when I was just 2 years old and came
home when I was 6. Those were important years missing in our lives.
Coaticook, Quebec, and married to Beryl Smith, born in Tring Jonction,
Quebec, daughter of James Smith and Ida Buchanan. He had two
children, Cynthia, born in 1932, and me, Ronald C.W., born in Quebec
City April 28th., 1939. He left when I was just 2 years old and came
home when I was 6. Those were important years missing in our lives.
In his youth Dad loved sports. He was a pretty good boxer who ... "
could have done better if I hadn't kept hitting the other guys fist with my
face." He was a football player whom the big guys used to pick up and
throw over the scrimmage line with the ball in his arms when they needed
a first down. His favourite sport was hockey. He played for the Anglo
Canadian (Pulp & Paper Mills) Employees, the forerunners of the famous
Quebec ACES.
He was a man with a full range of emotions. He loved to laugh. He could
do a great imitation of Mortimer Snerd, and would do it just about
anytime, anywhere. He was slow to anger, but would sputter like a wet
fuse before going off like a fire-cracker. He could be moved to tears by
music, and could move us to tears as he played his beloved cello. How he
loved to play, his head back, eyes closed ... sawing away, not aware that
sometimes the sharps and flats were half a fingertip off key. Most of all he
loved his family. He loved his Beryl, his wife of more than 50 years, he
loved his kids, and his grand kids. And we loved him. He is missed.
I have been asked, "Why are you writing about a war that happened 60
years ago that nobody remembers and nobody cares about?" The answer
is that this is not about war. This is about my Dad in the context of a war.
What he did, what he saw, what he endured, how he survived to carry on
his life will be a matter of public record. This is about him. And for him.
Je me souviens
could have done better if I hadn't kept hitting the other guys fist with my
face." He was a football player whom the big guys used to pick up and
throw over the scrimmage line with the ball in his arms when they needed
a first down. His favourite sport was hockey. He played for the Anglo
Canadian (Pulp & Paper Mills) Employees, the forerunners of the famous
Quebec ACES.
He was a man with a full range of emotions. He loved to laugh. He could
do a great imitation of Mortimer Snerd, and would do it just about
anytime, anywhere. He was slow to anger, but would sputter like a wet
fuse before going off like a fire-cracker. He could be moved to tears by
music, and could move us to tears as he played his beloved cello. How he
loved to play, his head back, eyes closed ... sawing away, not aware that
sometimes the sharps and flats were half a fingertip off key. Most of all he
loved his family. He loved his Beryl, his wife of more than 50 years, he
loved his kids, and his grand kids. And we loved him. He is missed.
I have been asked, "Why are you writing about a war that happened 60
years ago that nobody remembers and nobody cares about?" The answer
is that this is not about war. This is about my Dad in the context of a war.
What he did, what he saw, what he endured, how he survived to carry on
his life will be a matter of public record. This is about him. And for him.
Je me souviens
Written After One Year In Captivity.
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"As his children's minds were growing into
knowledge their Daddy's was groping into
memory; as his life was suppressed behind
'barbed wire' their life was unfolding under
the guidance of their Mother's love and into
his soul through their separation came full
perception of the life and love that was to
be".
Major M.A. Parker
Hong Kong
December 25th., 1942
knowledge their Daddy's was groping into
memory; as his life was suppressed behind
'barbed wire' their life was unfolding under
the guidance of their Mother's love and into
his soul through their separation came full
perception of the life and love that was to
be".
Major M.A. Parker
Hong Kong
December 25th., 1942
