Some of my best Christmas memories will always be from the late 80s and early 90s because that’s when I was a kid. I hung on to those memories every year. Lately though, I find myself appreciating more recent Christmas memories. No matter where in this country I have lived, I’ve returned to my home…
December 1959 One cold December evening I shivered my way to the barn to pay my friend Bessie the cow a visit. We had finally reached a truce – she lets me into our little excuse for a toilet, if I bring her something sweet. I was leaving the barn when I heard a strange…
By Derm Corbett Christmas memories of old Cook Street warm our hearts every December. Close your eyes! Is that Mike Dooley laying canvas in the old kitchen? He’ll get a haircut in return and he and dad will celebrate the finished product with a beer. Boy, is Mike ever sweating! Got to get any needed…
I was talking to a cousin of mine from town a while ago. He was telling me that he had attended the funeral of a man we both knew but not all that well. The man was 93 years old when he passed. I said to my cousin, “you know you’ getting old when you…
Once, when my brothers, sisters and I were still very young, Terry came into our lives. Now, he was very different from anyone else we knew. He was only a baby when first he came to us one morning, I can’t remember the exact time of year, but I believe it was early fall. You…
When we were young, my brothers and sisters and I, winters were long. The weather was really cold and there was always lots of snow on the ground. We did not have central heating in our house, only a wood and coal stove in the kitchen. Most houses around were the same. My mother would…
As you may recall, I told you earlier in one of my stories, our house had no central heating, no furnace or electric heaters. Back then, parents would never go to bed and leave fire in their kitchen stove, some would throw water into the stove at night to make sure. There was always a…
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“The King has died. Long live the Queen.” Those were the words of my father at our evening meal on Feb. 6, 1952, in St. John’s just two weeks before my thirteenth birthday. Word had just been received that our beloved King George VI had passed away at age 56. He had unexpectedly become King…
