My younger daughter posted these images on FaceBook. I just felt a burning need to pass them on! Page One Page Two
Merry Punjab Christmas
Every now and again, something serious (read funny) shows up in my email box. Here’s a good example of why men should not be asked for advice! Dear Walter, I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work. I left my husband in the house watching the TV as usual.
I probably should have called this post “Those infernal revenooers!” We flew south for a holiday in the spring of 1971 which was our second spring in Goose Bay. Upon our return, we took a taxi from the airport to our home to find “crime scene” tape on our front and back doors and a
A month after our elopement, I quit the DEW Line and found a job nearly as remote in Goose Bay, Labrador. We began our married life. I was to remain an electronics technician working for Canadian Marconi maintaining military and commercial communications equipment and Cheryl was to become a teacher for the Labrador East Integrated
The year was 1969. I had just spent the better part of a year on Baffin Island near a village called Cape Dyer. I had quit my job with the phone company in Montreal the previous fall and started work on the DEW line. Now it was mid August and I was home on leave.
There’s a deli restaurant in Toronto called The Pickle Barrel. When we lived in the area we loved to go there for pastrami, corned beef and other deli favorites. One of the waiters at the Pickle Barrel in Willowdale was always a little chippy and fun to deal with. He always rose to the challenge
I was nineteen, the year was 1966, and three friends, Roger Pelletier, Dennis Albisser, Steve Hand and I rented a cottage for the summer. The cottage was on Fitch Bay in the Eastern Townships near Montreal. The cottage came with a small cedar strip powerboat for cruising and water skiing. Each Friday after work or
Cheryl and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary last September. The actual event was on September 2nd but for those that know us, know that we were organizing ZFest 2009 here in Cincinnati that weekend. Jody, our younger daughter set up a great event in Columbus on the weekend following ZFest when our lives had
I was eighteen. The year was 1966. It was spring and I was out mowing the lawns of my neighbors trying to earn some pocket money. About half a block down from where I lived was a home occupied by a widow whose lawn I had been cutting for years. On this particular day I