Stories

About A Woman Named Millie

This year I feel my GrandmaD’s presence. I see her subtle influence so often of late. After Grandpa died, and she became a widow, she changed. She would only wear the colours black, white and red. Sometimes maybe a beige top every once in a while in the summer … but normally just the basic […]

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Goober & I

As I’ve mentioned, or maybe not, our family has always had dogs. One of my favourites, maybe THE fav, was Goober. He was a Weimaraner. Not a champion example of the breed; he was a bit too gangly, bit too sway in the back, ears too big, just not top in his breed. But to […]

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Sisters, And The Stories They Tell

I first heard this story after the wake for Grandma, back at the farm. It is one of my favourite memories because it was the first story I remembered hearing of Grandma as a young girl – to me she was an old woman. That storytelling at wakes is a family tradition. I’ve found out so much, such different things, at those family gatherings.

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Writer Goes Forth

I finally did it. It happened so subtly that I almost had the feeling I’d been set up. Our Township sits on the shores of the Thames River. It spans out on either side of the Thames like a lung. Even the first engineer saw it that way and so he set the river as […]

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Grandma Was A Beach Bum

That woman, she liked the beach. I found rolls and rolls of negatives of her and Grandpa at the beach. These beaches look nothing like this now, but I would imagine they are taken mostly at Port Stanley, and primarily beaches along the Lake Erie shore, in Ontario. Grandma and Grandpa liked to go dancing […]

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