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.
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…
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.
Children, teens and fun-loving adults enjoy riding escalators. They walk up the down side and walk down the up side. Much to the chagrin of others, teens take two and three steps at a time bumping and pushing people.
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.
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.”
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…
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.
The story goes like this. It was about 1965. I was a student in Mrs. Libby Williams’ Grade 3 Class at Ragged Island Consolidated School. My curly-haired little brother, Francis, had started Grade Primary (Full-day Kindergarten). He wasn’t terribly fond of school. Staying at home to play with his cars and trucks seemed much more appealing.