by Nicola Ryan Talk about strolling down memory lane! I’ve traipsed down this leafy path in St. John’s many times. It runs behind Merrymeeting Road past Yetman’s Arena towards Holy Heart High School on Bonaventure Avenue. Today, I’m here to watch the cast and crew of Son of a Critch film a fresh episode of…
by Heidi Atter Every Thursday evening in North West River, the Lake Melville School gym begins to fill with children and teenagers. Some head straight to the basketballs on metal racks, and instantly start shooting hoops, while others stop by the canteen for a sweet treat. The gym’s large performing stage’s curtains are open for…
By Dorothy Bowering Robinson In 2003, my husband Francis and I flew from Boston to St John’s to see where both my grandparents had been born and lived until they emigrated to the U.S. in the 1920s. My grandmother and her family lived at French’s Cove, Bay Roberts while my grandfather was across the causeway…
A few years ago I visited two friends who were shearing their sheep. They had the sheep up on the table and asked me if I could come and help them. I said yes, what do you need me to do? They asked if I could hold the sheep sack, so I said yes. They…
