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J-cloths and church ladies

Growing up, there was always a J-cloth in the sink. It was blue and usually faded from washing, since my mother was frugal and used them until they fell apart. Sometimes they were wet and drippy, other times they hung over the fawcett, … Continue reading

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Strawberry cookies

Growing up, my mother baked a few special treats at Christmas time. She made naniamo bars and shortbread (always complaining about the price of butter). She helped us make shaped sugar cookies a few times, even using coloured “paint” to decorate … Continue reading

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Everyone loves a parade

As a child, I always wanted to be in the Santa Clause parade. I remember watching the big Toronto parade on television, fascinated with the clowns that seemed to be walking on their hands and the princesses with huge skirts … Continue reading

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When I am old…

I have always been bothered by purple asters. Every year about this time they come into bloom with their fine mauve petals and tiny yellow centres. I see them everywhere growing on roadsides, in ditches and along the wooded trails by … Continue reading

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Why you should take pictures in the rain

When I was in grade thirteen, I was the editor of my high school yearbook. That meant I was offered a week at a journalism camp held at Trent University. There, I learned everything I needed to know about yearbook layout, design, content, and photography. One of the … Continue reading

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Catnip memories and slow-cooked stevia

When my husband and I were first married, he was working at the family pet store. Along with many other pet products (they didn’t sell actual pets) they sold dried catnip that they prepared and packaged themselves. I remember going out … Continue reading

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Children in my garden

When I was about five or six years old, I discovered that there were carrots growing in my backyard. They were out behind the shed and the little green tops were only a couple of inches high when I came … Continue reading

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Love the ones you’re with

Stirling—who was also Moe to some and grandpa to others—liked a good meal. His end of the table was always quiet at Christmas dinner as he settled into a heaping plateful of food that included the turkey neck that had been … Continue reading

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The unexpected gift of a critter in the car

Years ago in Strathroy, we lived in a country house. It had a few apple trees in the backyard and a rose garden (Those poor things. I never knew how to look after them very well). It had a single car garage, too, … Continue reading

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Farewell, my piano friend

I started taking piano lessons when I was seven. Mrs. Luffman was my teacher’s name, and she was a sharp and demanding woman that I came to quite dislike. That wasn’t the only challenge I faced as a new piano student, however. Not … Continue reading

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