Breaking News! Someone Stole Our Car!

I was a nervous wreck. Our favourite son, Jeremy, a brand-new driver, picked up his friends and headed to Belleville (ON) to go to the show. My superbrain was working overtime to remind me of myriad things that could possibly go wrong. With every muscle in my body tensed and a clenched jaw, I sat beside the phone waiting for the police to call to report something horrible had happened.

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Have You Parked Your Car Today?

I am not a shopper but once in a while, I can’t avoid it. If I must, I  prefer shopping early in the day before the stores get too busy and when finding a parking spot is a breeze. When I come out of the mall hours later, the parking lot is a sea of cars and I haven’t a clue where I parked. I fully intended to remind myself to check for landmarks, but it slipped my mind. I…

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A Kaboom, A Big Kaboom

My brothers and I are quick to admit that our father, Eugene Roache, marched to the beat of a very different drummer. We could never predict what Dad would say or do next. Each day brought new adventures.

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Ignorance is Bliss — NOT!

On February 6, 2004 Glenn and I took a giant leap. No, we didn’t walk on the moon, but it was definitely monumental to us. We bought a  business — not just any business —  a funeral business in Bobcaygeon, ON. We were excited and shaking in our boots at the same time.

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Sibling Shenanigans

Little brothers and little sisters can get into mountains of trouble. Francis and I were no exception. We had stumbled upon the “Fountain of Bad Ideas.” I hope my children do not read this because it differs from what I have told them. Do you promise not to tell them? Cross your heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in your eye.?

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A Steal of a Deal

Each generation accuses the next of being spoiled and lazy. Parents claim they had to work much longer and scrimp and save to buy their first used car, first small house, second hand furniture and on and on and on. I have not levelled that complaint at my children, but I am quite sure neither one of them would have been seen in public in my first car — a used 1972 American Motors Hornet named  “The Invincible L’il Red.”

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