Glenn Clark Would Rather Eat Worms than Cut Grass

After a year of apartment living, Glenn and I moved into our first house in Peterborough, ON. The lot was small with a bit of lawn in the front, but the majority was behind the house. When the lawnmower left by the previous owner kicked the bucket, we trotted off to Canadian Tire. How hard could it be to choose a lawnmower? We discovered the choices are numerous. Walk Behind, Reel, Electric or Gas? After much deliberation, we left with our first…

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These New Eyes Make Everything Sparkle

Following Mom’s death, Dad moved his barn hobbies into the house. The multi-purpose kitchen table served as his new workbench. He covered the table with newspaper and set up his belt sander, saws, drills, screwdrivers, hammer, nails, glue, pliers, wrenches, hacksaw, level, tape measure, miter saw, and wood clamps that doubled as clothespins.

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Goblins, Ghouls and Ghosts in the West Head Graveyard

A cemetery is a tranquil, intriguing place………..in the daylight. It can be a serene place to walk, a  peaceful spot to sit on a bench and contemplate life. I quite enjoy reading the epitaphs on monuments. They run the gamut from the proverbial sublime to the ridiculous. This one tickled my funny bone. It comes from a  cemetery in Nova Scotia. I had the misfortune of growing up in a house surrounded by three cemeteries: The West Head Cemetery, The Townsend Family…

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Don’t Buy a House When the Snow is Deep

  Glenn and I were married in 1979. A couple of years later, we made the big decision to buy our first home and that led us down a scary rabbit hole. Questions, doubts, and fears consumed us. After traipsing through numerous homes, we opted to buy 649 Chamberlain Street in Peterborough, ON. It was close enough to GE  Peterborough for Glenn to ride his bike to work.

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Just Ask Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump

Are you old enough to remember party lines?  I sure am. Neighbours regularly accused each other of listening to their conversations. We thought making prank calls was the funniest thing of all. Anonymous calls were truly anonymous — no call display, no last number dialed, no list of callers.

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Little Melda’s First Ride on the Subway

  The beautiful Muskoka community of Bracebridge, ON was my new home as I began my teaching career. The steep learning curve was daunting. Was I prepared? Was it even reasonable to expect I could succeed? My experience added to new meaning to “the proverbial fish out of water.”

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Snide, the Almost Invisible Cat

Cats named Pretty Boy, Chrissie, and Snide and a dog named Duffy were Dad’s pets for several years. Pretty Boy and Chrissie have since gone to that Great Catnip Café in the sky and Duffy Dog has crossed the Rainbow Bridge to receive his eternal dog bone, but Snide lives on. I am uncertain of his age, but he is at least ten and does not appear to change year after year. Is it possible that his DNA sequence contains the…

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A Tribute to my Aunt, Norma Brown

A variety of individuals walk in and out of our lives. Most simply pass through, but some are rare jewels who become a part of our lives for a lifetime. That, dear readers, describes my Aunt Norma who stepped from this world into the next in the wee hours of March 7th at the grand age of 94. Aunt Norma devoted her life to her husband, her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

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