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Will that be New Balance, Finns, SAS, Skechers or ASICS?

Goodness gracious me! I had better get cracking. It’s almost 5 pm and I haven’t even started my blog. Oh, well, I still have a few hours to work my magic. Part of the problem is I have two stories competing in my head and I don’t know which story to write. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. I think I will choose the light-hearted one. On August the 6th I woke up and for the first time in 15, yes 15, years and thought, “You…

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Gonna Take a Sentimental Journey

Walking ― I’m sure some of you think that’s all I do. My walking route in Bobcaygeon consists of three trips from my house to the Transfer Station (read dump) which totals my daily goal of 10,000 steps. Now we are at my family home in Nova Scotia, and I am trying to settle on two walks each day. Let me tell you about my first walk. I strolled out the driveway, turning left, first passing by the driveway of Caroline and…

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A TUESDAY TO REMEMBER, I MEAN FORGET…

I know it’s not Tuesday; it’s Friday, but we were on the road Wednesday and Thursday driving to Nova Scotia meaning I slept through much of those days. Tuesday was my last day in Ontario and what a day it was. I had a long “to do list”, but I had everything under control, or did I? As a rule, I go with the flow, but there is a limit and as the day wore on, I lost my sense of…

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Please, Sir, Can You Spare a Dime for My Piggy Bank…

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME? Some people would claim I will do almost anything for a laugh. Others would say I am a quiet, shy, aloof person. I would never tell a lie…or would I? Below, you will find eight statements about me. Your job is to decide if each one is true or false. As our granddaughter Maddie would say, “READY, STEADY, GO!”  TRUE     Melda rode a camel in Morocco.     FALSE  TRUE     Melda asked a NS…

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This Year’s Friday the Thirteenth

Why am I writing about Friday the thirteenth on Friday the twenty-seventh? The answer is simple. You see in MELDALAND, Friday the thirteenth skipped a week and paid a visit on Friday the twentieth. Just wait until I reveal some of the things that happened. WHAT RED LIGHT? I left home to pick up some printing and office supplies at Staples in Lindsay. Toodling along Kent Street, listening to CNN, I saw a red light ahead, but it was the wrong red light. Huh? I looked…

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Welcome to Camps Delta, Marriott, Hilton, and Sheraton

Forget about camping at Nova Scotia’s Kejimkujik National Park, Ontario’s Sharbot Lake Provincial Park, Alberta’s Peter Lougheed Provincial Park or any campground for that matter. I much prefer campgrounds with inviting names like Delta, Marriott, Hilton, Sheraton and Westin, but it was not always so. As college students in the seventies, my friends and I could not possibly afford those establishments. Our meagre budgets would only permit a borrowed, canvas tent that reeked of mildew and a car known as “Tin Lizzie,” but…

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I’m So Embarrassed — Again

Do you remember an old Zellers’ Christmas commercial in which the lady of the house had completed all her preparations for a traditional dinner and was ready to welcome her guests? Ding! Dong! The doorbell rang and the hostess went to the door dressed in her Christmas finery, with one small oversight. She had forgotten to put on her skirt. Oh, the embarrassment! Now, I cannot report a comparable experience, but I have had my share of wardrobe faux pas. Let’s take…

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Melda Called the Doctor and the Doctor Said…

We ♥love ♥love love♥ our family doctor, Dr. Don Thompson. He came into our lives when we were struggling with our previous doctor following an atrocious labour and delivery. Just imagine, in 1982, there were doctors galore and switching doctors was as simple as making a phone call. Glenn’s sister, Evelyn Cavanagh, worked in the lab at the Peterborough Clinic when it was at 327 Charlotte Street and we consulted her for advice about which doctors were accepting patients. Evelyn told us about a…

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The Cat is Out of the Bag

It was never a secret, but now the cat is definitely out of the bag or the genie is out of the bottle, if you like. It is official: Glenn and I are selling our Trent Lakes home and moving to our Nova Scotia home. We have talked about this ad nauseum for the past ten years, but it always seemed beyond our reach.  At 60 and 61, not at all old by today’s standards, we feel we have reached the…

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DARN! I WISH I HAD INVENTED THE SWIFFER SWEEPER!

It was 1999. We were living and working at McConnell Funeral Home in Marmora, Ontario. I happened to be shopping at the Belleville Walmart when this energetic gaggle of young people danced toward me; more like accosted me. They were dressed the same, promoting a brand-new invention with youthful enthusiasm. And what was it? The Swiffer Sweeper.

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