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 finally 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 and was embarrassed beyond words! Now, I cannot report a comparable experience, but I have had my share of wardrobe faux…

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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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A MAN, A PIGLET and SOME RUSH HOUR FUN

It wasn’t anything like rush hour in Halifax or Toronto. It wasn’t anything like rush hour in Peterborough or Truro. It was Lockeport’s version of the noon rush hour. Because Lockeport is an island, cars enter and exit the town by a single causeway. The majority of residents worked at the National Sea Products Fish Plant. At lunch time, many of them hurried home to West Head, Green Harbour, Brighton, Lydgate, and Allendale for lunch. Rush hour had no place in Dad’s world. Nope,…

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Happy Birthday to My Little Brudder and Partner in Crime

Partners in crime of the worst ilk, that’s what my little brother Francis and I were. We were the youngest children in a family of four. Each of us inherited the super genes for “bad ideas” and “how to drive your parents crazy in 60 seconds or less.” Miraculously, we were not banished to “Reform School.” Just exactly what did we do? I have forgotten most of it, but here are a few of our adventures. Francis used to hide and throw rocks…

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From Couch Potato to 10,000 Steps in 3 Days

It is no secret that I suffer from major depressive disorder which is controlled fairly well with medication. Depression zaps most of my energy. Doing anything physical is a chore. Many of the medications I take slow metabolism and ramp up my appetite. The combination of age, sedentary life style, low energy, slow metabolism and insatiable appetite, leads directly to unwanted weight gain. It works out to 10 pounds a year. I admit I am a first class couch potato. If it were…

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