I was born and raised in Montreal Canada amongst the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. I played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important.
I left home at 17 to find my way in the world and I had plenty of success and failure. I studied the arts and loved to draw and paint. I took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights, hoping to some day become an actor, writer or painter.
I married and had children, divorced stayed single and eventually partnered up with a wonderful woman. We both enjoy each other’s talents and diversity. I have taken up the pen and found my way to Hubpages, enjoying the work of many talented writers. I hope you enjoy my creative writing on the site and if you would like to leave a comment please do so. Thank you for coming for a visit.
The video below shows familiar places in the area where I grew up. It’s called Point St Charles aka “The Point”
Thanks bro for sharing those photos…oh what memories I have of growing up there, not all of them were bad once outside of our monstrous home life. We knew how to play outdoors & have so much fun.
Love ya!
I had to stop by and check out your site , and i want to tell you that i sat here for a brief moment and i turned the volume up on my laptop , and i was lost , lost in the notes of the baby grand , and i watched as the photos fade in and out across my screen ,and i remembered your words in reflection and for a brief moment , i was glad that i met you , though it is sickening that we journey through this life with the horror stories of sad children , we are not alone. and it is weirdly nice to know. Thanks for sharing your site and sounds with me , I hope you grow this your website , . It sounds as if you have a wonderful family and children too , and that is so awesome ! Thanks Mr.Vincent Moore , I hope you and Mrs. Moore have a wonderful evening
Regards ,
Jami L.Pereira
Well hello my fellow Hubber, so you listened did you. The slides you saw were of the hood I grew up in with much pain, crying, fighting and eventually leaving. Lots of tears, blood and abuse. I finally broke loose when I was but 17, met a girl and with my motorcycle, we peeled out of there and I never looked back other than to rescue my mom periodically and finally until his death, I was able to find her another place to live. She met a wonderful man who treated her right till her dying breath. He died a year later of loneliness. Yes Jamie we seem to have went on a similar journey and look at us now, survivors and poets. There is no Mrs Moore in my life, after a broken marriage of 19 years I vowed never to remarry. I am happily single with a friend who shares our artistic love together. Neither one of us would marry again. LoL…I have 4 wonderful children, one of which sees and speaks to me. The other 3 I’m afraid will stand over my grave before they find it in their hearts to know the truth about their daddy. Their mother vowed that by divorcing her she would ensure that I would be divorced from my children, she won. I lost, yet I have my 17 yr old son who stands by his daddy. I am blessed. Hugs to you my dear friend, stay well, be happy, enjoy life and keep writing, you are a fine poet.
saddlerider, I had to come by, too. I hate hearing the sad stories of sad children. But I’m glad you have taken that pain and turned it into something positive and creative. I hate that you have three children who do not choose to know you. My significant other is a man who has 2 older children who have allowed their mother and family to brainwash them from him. I suspect that is what happened to you, too. I see in him how painful it is. You go on with life, but it is always there and comes out from time to time. Although I fear that he will also come to that same end of his boys (maybe) coming over this grave to finally look for their father. You are a wonderfully deep person, with so much to say. You have enriched so many lives, including mine. I’m glad you can say you are blessed. You are a blessing to others. I hope I can always follow you in some way. –Vicki
Thank you for the visit Vicki. I know I have written about the loss of 3 of my 4 children and have had a lot of support from hubbers in that regard. I thank you as we
Just maybe your right, I hope that our children come back to their daddy’s and spend some time with us before we pass over to the other side. It’s not fair that one parent
should claim ownership and brainwash the children to not see the other parent, especially when he was a good dad and loved his children. Oh well, time will tell. To answer
your other question above, no it’s not George Winston’s piano, it’s John Brickman. I’m glad you enjoyed it though, I am still working on this new site and looking forward to adding
short fictional and some truthful stories to it. It’s a work in progress. Thanks again for coming by, much appreciate it.
OH, my gosh, silly me! That’s JIM Brickman. How could I have gotten the two confused? Brickman is my fave, and I have most of his CD’s. I actually saw him do a show a few years ago here in town. It was delightful!
Oh, my gosh, and the video and the music…how beautiful…..Is that George Winston’s piano????
Beautiful site Ken/Vincent/saddlerider.
The Hell’s Kitchen of Montreal-what background are you? I am 3/8th British Isles, 1/4 Italian, 1/4 scandinavian, and 1/8 some combination of French and German-all over the place.
I grew up with the Irish mostly and Italians, Brits and French. My ancestry on my fathers side is British, my great, great, great grandaddy got on a ship in 1754 from Yorkshire England and headed for Nova Scotia.
He married an Irish Lass with the last name Fanning, thus started the Snowdon seed in Canada. My mother’s side is all British. We have no French that we know of in our blood. So as far as I know I am of British decent with Irish blood running through my soul. Wow you sure have some mixture there, kinda like a Heinz 57. lol
Hi Ken,
. Love what you’ve done to the site. Liked it before too though. Take Care.
Even though Montreal is in my past I still miss many things and people there. My ancestry is Scottish, French and Irish. What a combination eh
Hugs
Susan
Yes Montreal is not an easy city to forget, I left in 1973 but have been back visiting friends and family ever since. I still have 3 sisters there and one sister in Barrie Ont. Both boys are out West, I’m
the youngest of the boys, my older brother is retired in The Pas Manitoba after being in the trucking business for over 50 years. Your a real combination there, kinda like a Heinz 57 like Flora. LoL
Thank you Susan for stopping by for a peek and leaving a nice comment, much appreciated that. Hugs back at ya.
Hi my elder brother in cyberspace
I am soooo impressed with this site of yours. It is absolutely awesome, and suits you perfectly. Ken, as co-hubbers in HubPages you and I bonded in a special way. From the start you supported and encouraged me. I will always remember the wonderful way you’ve supported me during that unpleasant ordeal with you-know-who. You were the perfect brother for me, though in real life I would’ve rather dragged you to the altar, because you and my idea of the perfect man seem to be twins. Tralala, I’m flirting
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Serious, one of your hubs was the first I’ve read when I arrived in HP, and I remember my heart went (painfully) out to you. When we look at our pasts we can clearly see where we were and what we have done and why, and we realize that we were who we were because of our specific circumstances among specific people. But the past is all water under the bridge and today we are who we are, and you are absolutely awesome.
I take my hat off for you, Ken. In spite of everything and whatever you are today a mighty poet able to touch the souls of many. I wish with all my heart that you will get the opportunity to reunite with your children. May your children see you the way I and so many others see you, and may they give you the opportunity to make amends for whatever they believe you have done them wrong.
I love you in a special way, my cyber-brother. Check your mail, I’m sending you three bags filled with hugs.
Martie you are so cute with your flirting. Remember you have a boyfriend in Wales and I must say he is one handsome dude and I have a lot of respect for the two of you and would never ever attempt to disturb that. Having said that if I was available and you were and I was younger, you and I may have a crack at getting to know each other better:0)) but you are my sista and that wouldn’t go over very well. LoL…just kidding.
Yes we have gone through a few ordeals with you know who, I see he is rarely on, I truly believe he has lost his following they have seen through his veneer. That’s to bad, I enjoyed his banters, but he lost respect for the female gender and I did not accept that and I did not like his distasteful treatment of you at all. Thank you Martie my friend for being who you are, a loving, caring and all around good friend to many here. You are loved and you know that and your mother Nellieanna Hay loves you to:0)) Yes maybe one day and I pray that my children and I may meet and speak and hug each other crying our eyes out in our reunion. Until then I am in sorrow for my loss and I write, write and write some more to survive and keep my sanity. I pray they don’t look me up when it’s to late and I am in my grave. Thank you my cyber sister, I return a 100 bags of hugs to you, I hope you feel my arms around you. xo
I was sitting here by my pc wallowing in my own melancholic feelings, when I came across your awesome site on facebook hubbers. Thank you for sharing so intimately of your loss and pain. We can sometimes think we are the only ones who experience such grief but then you stumble across someone else whose hurt is equal or greater if such can be measured.
My son had an horrific motor bike accident, my husband was twice struck down with life threatening illness, one of my beautiful daughters decided she no longer wanted anything to do with her family and then just last year my mother died a very cruel death . I was sitting here feeling that deep sense of loss and the tears spilled over as I watched your very contemplative and inspiring photography with a beautiful music accompaniment . I turned the page and read your story and was touched again. There are some questions which have no answers and I guess we just have to accept that or we too would die inwardly.. Than kyou again for sharing and may God be your constant peace and companion.
Thank you for sharing a bit about where you came from, since that long road of life has made you into the man you are today. A wonderful man!