Melda Clark

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TWO PEOPLE WHO LIVED WELL, LAUGHED OFTEN AND LOVED MUCH

Even though I knew better, I went to bed with gum in my mouth, on Monday night. Predictably, on Tuesday morning, I woke up with gum on my pillowcase, on my sheets but, worst of all, in my hair, my LONG hair. I consulted Dr. Google for a quick solution and found many. Several involved creamy, not crunchy, peanut butter. Other suggestions included: ice, Vaseline, WD-40, Coca Cola, vinegar (Is there anything vinegar cannot do?). EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) became my method of…

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A WEE INTRODUCTION TO THE FAIR ISLE OF SCOTLAND

It seemed like ages ago that my Bobcaygeon kindred spirit and friend, Frances McGregor mentioned she would like to attend the gathering of the Clan Gregor in Loch Awe, Scotland from July 15-22, 2018. In typical Glenn Clark fashion, he piped up with, “You should go with her, Melda.” And an adventure was born. By the time July rolled around, I had moved to Nova Scotia and Frances was roasting in Ontario’s sweltering heat. In theory, Frances should have flown from…

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DOES YOUR CHEWING GUM LOSE ITS FLAVOUR?

One of my favourite children’s books, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, begins with, “I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there’s gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.”…

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A Nuisance by the name of Rascal the Relentless Raccoon

We have a house guest by the name of Rascal the Relentless Raccoon, Triple R for short. Actually, he is no longer a guest, but a nuisance, a BIG nuisance. He has overstayed his welcome and has been ordered evicted, but he is a stubborn sort and refuses to cooperate. Why couldn’t Triple R be a mouse, a bat, a rat, a porcupine or a skunk? Traps take care of mice and rats, Glenn is a pro at catching bats, we can shoo the…

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JEFF FOXWORTHY MAY BE A REDNECK, BUT I’M A WEST HEADER…

SALT HERRING & THE TURTLE POND IN WEST HEAD If you drank water from the schoolhouse turtle pond, you might be a West Header. If you ate salt herring and potatoes before you could walk, you might be a West Header. If you call your friends “Pard,” you might be a West Header. If you went “sandying” between Christmas and New Year’s, you might be a West Header. If you caught sculpins from Gaetz’s Point, you might be a West Header. ORCHARDS…

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DO YOU LISTEN TO UNDERSTAND OR LISTEN TO REPLY?

To anyone out there who’s hurting — it’s not a sign of weakness to ask for help. —Barack Obama— The deaths by suicide of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain have been front and centre of late. This has given some the courage to divulge information about family members who died by suicide. Others have spoken openly for the first time about dark periods in which they contemplated suicide. I have lived with depression for most of my adult life. The profound pain…

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Uncle Ed, a Pair of Hush Puppies, and a Barrel of Salt Bait

One of my brothers and his wife dropped by earlier in the week and we spent a lot of time telling stories about our Uncle Ed, Dad’s oldest brother. Edwin Lensley Roache was born on October 6, 1913. He was profoundly deaf and mute and lived with his parents until their deaths. Uncle Ed knew every nook and cranny of West Head from a lifetime of daily walks along the shore. He was a master at finding and picking blueberries and cranberries.…

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Expect the Unexpected at the Yellow House with the Red Roof

The yellow house with a red roof at 281 West Head RD has been home for almost two weeks. My superman husband, Glenn, has unpacked all the boxes and put everything away. The boxes were picked up by the recycling truck this morning. Thank you, Glenn! We had a few broken items: a smashed 55” television, a broken leg on an antique rocking chair, a badly damaged antique sewing stand, a dented brass bed, and most amusing of all, one…

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Our Next Move is to the Nursing Home

DAY ONE Believe me when I say, moving is not for the faint of heart. Moving 1700 km from one province to another quadruples the stress. It seemed like a great idea in the beginning. By the time the moving vans were loaded and on their way, we were questioning our decision. Who’s idea was this anyway? MY FIRST MISTAKE We have two vehicles which meant I had to drive one. No problem. I am a good sport and enjoy a challenge now and…

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Will I Attend My Teachers’ College Reunion?

May 2018 marks the 40th anniversary of my graduation from the Nova Scotia Teachers’ College.  After College, I applied for jobs anywhere, but Nova Scotia. It was time to spread my wings and soar and live the life I wanted. After all, I was going to be the grand old age of 21 in September of that year. With a red face and long nose, I confess that I applied for jobs for which I was woefully unqualified such as a…

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