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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Is Muckie There?

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.

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Sir Sigmund Alexander and the Break-In

More than ten years ago, Glenn, our cat Sir Sigmund Alexander, and I began a new adventure in Bobcaygeon (ON). Moving ranks high as a stressful experience at the best of times, even higher if you are a cat. Sweet Grandma Clark invited Sir Sigmund to stay at her house for a week or so until we got settled in and life was less chaotic.

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Principal VanderStoel to the Rescue!

It was 1978 and I had moved to Bracebridge, in the beautiful Muskoka Region of Ontario, for my first teaching position. Winter in Muskoka is significantly colder than coastal Nova Scotia. (Appeared in Bracebridge Examiner  August 1978) I drove a rust bucket of a car,  an American Motors Hornet. Thankfully, it had a block heater. Without it,  my old AMC Hornet would never have started. Bracebridge was where I learned  ‾40 degrees Celsius and  ‾40 degrees Fahrenheit are the same temperature. COLD!

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