For most of her life she was a letter writer. Proper letters, in envelopes, with stamps. She understood instinctively what so many people miss, that staying connected to the people you love across distance takes deliberate effort, and that effort is always…
Some of you will remember back in the sixties, Art Linkletter had a television show called Kids Say the Darndest things. I wish to expand that to Kids Do the Darndest Things, and I as a four-year-old child, was no exception. In…
Mother was admitted to hospital on a Tuesday in June 1960, and a couple of days later, she had surgery. However, she had complications, and her stay would be indefinite. After getting off work, Father would drive over to the hospital, spending…
For many years there was an orphanage in Brookside, which is a residential neighbourhood within the Greater Truro area of Colchester County, Nova Scotia, often associated with the adjacent village of Bible Hill. During the 1950s, the facility, later known as the…
We often look at our lives through the lens of the everyday—the chores, the shifts, the quiet moments on the porch. We tend to think that because we weren’t world leaders or famous explorers, our stories are just “ordinary.” But if there…
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…
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…
I’m guessing I was about four or five years old the day I noticed the smoke. This time it wasn’t coming from the chimney of our sawdust-burning kitchen stove. Heavy, dense smoke. Not just a thin trail, but a substantial cloud that…
During my childhood, a shift began as families increasingly relied on convenience and credit to simplify their lives. However, my parents made some sacrifices I was not aware of. As far as I was concerned, we lived comfortably even though we had…
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…
By the time the roast chicken came out of the oven, I had already washed my face and hands and was seated at the kitchen table, waiting for Mother to dish out supper on my plate. In the centre of the table…
Mother and Dad were married in 1946, and for their first four years, they lived a peaceful life in a house they rented in Debert, Nova Scotia. In early spring of 1950, they purchased a farm with quite a bit of…
It was the fall of 2017, and for the first time in decades, I wasn’t sure I could host Thanksgiving. My mother had passed away on October 2nd—just two weeks earlier. The house felt different somehow, like all the air had been…
Sometimes a speech hits you right in the heart. Not because it’s fancy or full of political promises, but because it names something you’ve been feeling but couldn’t quite put into words. This happened to me recently. When I retired after…
Thanksgiving, also known as “Turkey Day,” in 1954, was one I shall never forget. I remember Mom telling me that around midnight, Grandmother would be up making the stuffing, then seasoning the turkey before she stuffed it, then she’d get Grandpa to…
The staff had named her Annabelle. For weeks, she remained invisible to those who passed by her cage at our local SPCA. On a cool day in January, my husband and I strolled through all three of the cat rooms housing over…
Another Marilyn Memory
Father was still working the farm in 1956, and that fall after the hay crop had been taken off the field, my brother and I asked if we could gather up any loose hay left on the field to make a hay…
Lessons from Our Childhood Store
Walking along the edge of the river with my family, with a fishing pole in hand, was something I did not enjoy. I remember watching Father and Mother casting their lines out to the middle of the river, and on some fishing…
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