Work is work! We often hear these words, usually spoken by disgruntled employees. Yet we can learn something from every job, can’t we? Let me tell you about two jobs from my youth. My first job was as a papergirl delivering The Wallaceburg Daily News. I was 10 at the time I applied for the… Continue reading First Jobs!
I’ve lived in my home for over twenty years but rarely spotted a cardinal in our yard. Things changed nearly four years ago . . . after Dad passed away. The day after Dad’s death, I could hear the sweet chirping of a bird as I mowed the backyard. It was louder than the noise… Continue reading For You, Dad!
By today’s standards, this story won’t pique the interest of those who choose to fault their childhood for their own actions today. I’d be hard-pressed to find anything wrong with the way I was raised. How many people can truthfully say that? I come from a large family. Six of us kids. I have four… Continue reading Dad
Buick from the early 1950’s. Baseline Road, Wallaceburg, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2017
Our family slowly split up in separate vehicles and left the family gathering about ten minutes from our childhood South-Western Ontario town. As we approached Wallaceburg, I turned to my husband, Guy. I asked, “Can we drive by my childhood home? We have to!” We made two turns off of the main highway. I pointed… Continue reading Home Sweet Home!
Happy Easter! Special treat today…a short, poignant tale written a few years back by my now 90-year-old Mom. The story was written at an Elderhostel on Manitoulin Island. Elderhostel, renamed these days as Road Scholar, is a program that combines travel with learning for seniors. Please excuse the quality of the photos. They’re from long ago! Here’s… Continue reading The Birth