Are we all on the bus?

Are we all on the bus?

I had been granted an exception. Instead of having to take the school bus from high school in Vankleek Hill into Hawkesbury and changing buses at what used to be called Hawkesbury District High School, the school board had agreed to let the express school bus stop to...
The chesterfield, the couch and the sofa

The chesterfield, the couch and the sofa

The chesterfield was the largest piece of furniture in our home. As a small child, I can remember the effort of climbing onto the wide expanse and sitting at one side of it, to watch television. My legs stuck straight out over the firm cushions of this hefty piece. I...
The roads we follow

The roads we follow

The 10-kilometre stretch of Highway 34 between Hawkesbury and Vankleek Hill used to feel like a trip. A big trip. The very first time I heard about Highway 34 was when an excursion to ‘the Hill’ was discussed by my parents. It was decided that I could...
Something old, something new

Something old, something new

This isn’t about weddings. It’s about roots that run deep, things that change, and things that never change. I have always been introspective about life in general. But these days, I find myself thinking about where I fit in to this community and here is...
And still, we smile

And still, we smile

Looking around the room, I noted that for the most part, this was an older crowd. Gathered at the Robertson-Clark building in Dallkeith on October 26, we were here to say goodbye to the late Frances Fraser. This was one of those informal memorial gatherings, where,...