Christmas, late 80s.
One Christmas we met in Montreal, where Heather and Pam were living.
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One Christmas we met in Montreal, where Heather and Pam were living.
Continue reading →Being a minister’s wife was not easy. It was life in a fishbowl, with everyone watching, and you couldn’t really be friends with people in the congregation as they would put the minister’s wife on a bit of a pedestal. Also, there … Continue reading →
What I remember about my mother’s 1960s hairstyle was that it took a lot of work. There was the backcombing, by which you combed your hair straight up and then combed it back towards your scalp again, creating a tangled … Continue reading →
How do you choose a obituary photo for someone who is 80 and had been ill for quite some time? Mom often asked me to take pictures of her so that there would be good options. But when the time comes, … Continue reading →
The Charlottetown Guardian was started before 1900 by a Scotsman named Mr. Burnett, and it was now run by his four sons. I had read the newspaper growing up so I was thrilled when my application for employment was accepted. … Continue reading →
My brother was three years older than me. I had twin sisters who were two years younger. My mother was a small, gentle woman. She had read widely, travelled, lived in New York, and written poetry. My father received brutal … Continue reading →
The little house at the Crossroads was the home of my great-grandfather, Alexander McKenzie, who was a boot and shoe maker, and employed four men; which was a large business for a country area in P.E.I. The house was on … Continue reading →
The phone rings. Sunday. My sister Shirley. “June, I have some bad news, there has been an accident.” ‘An accident, someone hurt?’ “Helen. She and George and Scott in the car.” ‘Are they all hurt?’ “No, just Helen.” ‘Merciful God. … Continue reading →