My father’s letters continue to intrigue me. Today I was looking over a December 23rd letter. Dad’s job had not worked out, he was on the unemployment roll, and living in Stayner, Ontario.
A few days earlier, he and his brother were both in the same building – the library/museum. Neither saw each other. But later on they compared notes.
“We thought it was a corker that we missed each other.”
I love that word “corker.”
My father used it often. Some days, when things happen, I’m waiting to hear my dad mention “that’s a corker.” If we kids did something unusual, our would pop that word! Perhaps that’s why I love creativity and innovation.
Now, isn’t that a corker!