My mother and Muriel Henwood had been best friends since their early school days. Their friendship continued throughout the war years, and even after they were both married. Muriel’s husband, Henry Brine, was a miner who worked underground in the Springhill coal mines. During the summer months, Muriel and Henry often visited us on the … Read more
A few years ago, I had the privilege of hearing this story from a close friend who was nearing the end of her life. When I was a child in the 1930s, things were different from the way kids have it today. During the Great Depression, families with children were hit harder than most. … Read more
When I was growing up on the farm, I never once questioned how much money my father received when he sold some calves, or one of the pigs, as it was never a topic of discussion in my presence. Honestly, I never even gave it any thought. There were never outings to restaurants in town … Read more
Our Remembrance Day ceremonies and traditions are a way of keeping memories alive. Remembering the stories of pride and shame, bravery and cowardice, outrage and fear, comradeship and sacrifice, sadness and grief. I remember one rainy cold morning on Remembrance Day. I was about five or six and was at our neighbour’s house. Old … Read more