How to Cure a Cold Sore

I have been trying to complete this post about cold sores for at least a month. Every time I begin, I imagine a tingling sensation on my lip and I quit immediately. If you get cold sores, I am sure you fully understand why I chicken out

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Dear Mrs. Roache

My grandparents, my Dad and my two older brothers attended the one-room West Head School. When I started schooI in 1962, the school was no longer in operation. I rode the bus to the brand new K-6 elementary school just a few miles away in Osborne.

I loved school so much that I wanted to attend seven days a week. When I reached Mrs. Garnet Williams’ Grade four class, I realized I could not see well as other students. Unfortunately, the teacher did not notice. Each day, the teacher would choose a student to stay in at lunch recess to copy afternoon lessons on the chalkboard. When my turn came, I printed letters and numbers that were about a foot tall, and nobody questioned why. The truth was, I desperately needed glasses.

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Bread Dough, Vaseline and Minard’s Liniment

Myths, legends, stories, yarns, lies. Every family has them. Some of them make us cry while others tickle our funny bones. Every now and then, you will hear one that makes you laugh so hard that you fall on the floor, holding your sides with tears running down your cheeks. When our extended family gets together, we love to tell the same yarns over and over and over. The funnier the better. It is quite possible, that the yarns get longer each time they are told until after a while, they don’t even resemble the original story. I swear that the stories I am going to tell you are the honest truth, the gospel truth.

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Adena Violet Townsend

When we speak of famous and accomplished women, names like Florence Nightingale, Mother Teresa, Indira Ghandi, Eleanor Roosevelt, Rosa Parks and others come up. I would like to introduce you to someone whose name is not on any list, but I believe she is a giant among women — Adena Violet Townsend. I knew her affectionately as “Gagie” pronounced, /Gaahhh-Gee/. In 1906 she was born in West Head, Nova Scotia  to Coleman and Lavinia (Bangay) Townsend. Her father, Coleman, was fatally…

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A Broken Mind…

I am quite sure that those of you who know me, would agree that I have never poked my nose into your business. I don’t like conflict. I would walk on hot coals to “keep the peace.” Until I attain perfection, I will keep my opinions to myself unless asked. Heaven knows, I have enough problems of my own. I wouldn’t pretend to know how you should live your life.

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Just Mom and Me…

I think about Mom every day and I’ve been thinking about her more than usual with Mother’s Day only a couple of days away. Mom passed away in the twinkling of an eye on September 1, 1998. We had no warning; nobody had a chance to say good-bye. That was probably best because Mom didn’t like goodbyes anyway. We were all too soft-hearted. The good news is, that we will always have a little piece of Mom with us in the…

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Kinship Among Klutzes…

There are klutzes and then there are serious klutzes. I am a KLUTZ extraordinaire. I can’t walk through a doorway without hitting one side or the other. I can’t take a pan out of the oven without burning myself. Every time I take the lid off a pill bottle, I drop the lid on the floor. I fell out of the pantry one day (one step) and sprained my ankle. Basically, if there’s anything to bump, walk or crash into – I will. Bruises, scars and scabs are some of my best friends. I take them everywhere I go

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We’ll be Seeing You…

We’ll Be Seeing You…
While we were in Nova Scotia this year we received the phone call that all adult children dread. It was Glenn’s Mom, Annie, calling to tell us that his Dad, had been taken to the hospital with some serious health issues. For a while it looked like he would recover to the point that he could leave the hospital, but that was not to be.

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Welcome to a Little Piece of Paradise

Located on Nova Scotia’s southwestern shore, the sleepy little community of West Head sits on a spit of land that juts out into the cold Atlantic Ocean. It is surrounded by water on three sides. It is possible to count on one hand the number of days each year when the wind does not blow. Late spring, summer and early fall can be gorgeous, while winter can be downright vicious…

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I Sure do Miss That White-Haired Daddy of Mine…

  April 1st marked the 4th anniversary of Dad’s death. He was and always will be a unique, talented, multi-faceted character in my mind. Others may choose words such as inventor,  genius, enigma, weirdo or oddball. We are quick to admit that he marched to the beat of a very different drummer. It was impossible to predict what he would say or do.

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