A Black and White Situation

The Lockeport Baptist Church Annual Living Christmas Tree Performances were scheduled for December 2, 3, 4 ― done and over before the madness of the Christmas rush. I joined the choir as a soprano and attended Tuesday and Thursday night practices. A week prior to the first performance I learned  the dress code stipulated white tops and black bottoms. Uh-oh. That created a teensy weensy problem. I do not wear white ― off-white, maybe, but NEVER, EVER bright white.

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Well this is a first. I am writing my Christmas letter from my family home near Lockeport, Nova Scotia. If I remember correctly, I have not been here for Christmas in over 25 years. I am awash in sights and sounds and smells from the past. Danielle at Lockeport’s Lillian Benham Library invited me to share stories about what Christmas was like in West Head in the 1960s. Once again, tons of happy memories flooded my mind.

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If Our Christmas Tree Could Talk

Hallmark Christmas cards and movies suggest that choosing and cutting down the family Christmas tree is a warm fuzzy family experience to be cherished for years.  Ours was unforgettable, but for different reasons.  We did not sit around sipping hot chocolate and nibbling shortbread cookies sharing memories of Christmases past.  The “Annual Christmas Tree War” was more suitable.

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A 1960s West Head Christmas

Last evening, I had the privilege of sharing my story “A 1960s West Head Christmas” at Lockeport’s Lillian Benham Library. I cannot say enough about the wonderful reception I received. The people of Lockeport and the surrounding area have showered me with their support. There really is no place like home.  Between now and Christmas I would like to share it with you in sections for your enjoyment. So choose a comfy chair, grab a hot drink and bask in the warmth, coziness…

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I’ll be Home for Christmas…

As I mentioned last week, I arrived in West Head late Monday night. Bright and early Tuesday morning, I switched to my Nova Scotia routine. I know many of you wonder what I do when I’m here so I have chronicled a somewhat typical day for you. My comments are in blue. Enjoy. At 9:30 a.m. I whipped my RAV4 into the parking lot of the Bayman Coffee Shop. In fact, I begin every day that way seven days a week. Right…

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Everyone Was Full of Beans

Baked beans, brown bread and molasses are a delicious piece of my Nova Scotia heritage. My mother along with most mothers of her generation made baked beans & Maritime brown bread or biscuits every Saturday. Mom added a generous amount of molasses to her beans, tasted them and added a little bit more, and a little bit more.

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Shoes, Glorious Shoes — Not!

A few months ago, Glenn and I set out to visit our son, Jeremy, and his little family at their home in Guelph. We had almost reached their house when we spotted a Goodwill Store, a thrift store similar to Value Village or Frenchy’s and chose to not resist the temptation to stop. Hmmmmmmmm? What bargains and treasures were waiting for us? Apparently, several. By the time we got out of the store we had spent over $100. What? That’s crazy!

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Advice from a Domestic Goddess

I have never claimed to be Suzy Homemaker, but I do like a certain semblance of order around me. And so I ask myself why most of my clothes are on my bedroom floor when I have a large, beautiful closet? They range from clean, sort of clean, not so clean, almost dirty and just plain dirty. The problem is I don’t know which clothes are which. In a pinch I take advantage of the ever popular “sniff test.”

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Hey, Dad, I Survived Frosh Week!

Last weekend many college and university students came home for the first time since beginning school over a month ago. I can imagine a variety of scenarios played out across the country. Perhaps Mom and Dad picked you up at school and you prattled on nonstop the whole way home about all the fun you are having. (Oops, you meant to say how hard you have been studying.) College is light years better than high school.  

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