Way back in the year 2006 or so, my wife (Mary) and I along with my younger sister Ann and her husband Larry, revisited Newfoundland. It was a trip that, by consensus, I organized with implicit instructions that we were not to sleep over with any relatives, hers or ours, Ann and I, Larry didn’t…
It was 1948. Or was it 1949? Either way, I was a young boy living on Empire Avenue West in St. John’s while winding my way to becoming a man. Empire Avenue, a grand name for a road that at one time carried narrow gauge railroad cars and was fondly, but at some other times…
<br /> <br /> Nana Brown my paternal grandmother, who took in and raised my father at an early age when his mother died shortly after giving him birth, was a person I happily spent many days and nights with when I was a young boy and on my way to becoming a man. What…
The first Monday of June 2018 I was awaken by nature’s call at thirty seven minutes after five A.M., according to the clock-radio beside our bed, but before I could seek relief I had to wait for Mary, my wife, who had unusually awaken earlier than I to vacate the bathroom. I would not normally…
It was the Spring of 1962, the year, that on December 29th I would attain the age of twenty-one years of age and be able to buy a beer legally. I was at work at the time and talking to a fellow employee, about what now eludes me, and I remember the fellow saying to…
<br /> Saturday, July 1/17, 9:07 AM, my wife out sailing (yard that is), me home alone and our phone rings. Normally I ignore the ringing of our phone because, ever since my aneurism on June 28/01 my mother’s 82nd birthday, every person I once knew must have thought I had died, the phone is…
My first taste of Canada is maybe an incorrect title for the story of how I happened to go to the mainland, still Canada to me, at the tender age of fourteen years. Perhaps I should have titled this little memoir “‘Tag Day’ in the coldness of a St. John’s November.” <br /> <br />…
Do you know this person?; or possibly once knew or now know some one about whom you could say â��I know/knew some one just like that personâ��, the person that I know and will fondly and lovingly remember until the day that I die. A person of extremely modest monetary means who gave his entire…
Snowball Fights: I wonder, but I am not sure if I really want to know, if in this age of computers, X-Boxes, I-Pads, I-Pods and a gas tank full of other things too numerous for a mere mortal such as I to remember, let alone mention at the time of this writing: do kids in…
CIGARETTES, ONLY $1.00 PER CARTON:<br /> <br /> Can anyone besides me remember the time when a person in St. John’s could buy a carton of cigarettes for one dollar. Yes I am talking $1.00 for a carton of cigarettes containing ten packs of twenty cigarettes for a total of two hundred cigarettes. Or to…
