When You Sell a House, You Keep the Memories

My parents built their dream house. A smaller home in the woods. Surrounded by trails and bulrushes - and black bears. Which means they sold their house and most of acreage on Highway 68 - now called "the old place." On September 30th, mom and dad went to their former home. One last time before …

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Hey, You Want a Time Machine – A Chance to Return to High School, Yes or No

"If you could, would you go back to high school?" Whether you have children or not, adults are sometimes asked this question around high school graduation season. As social media feeds are stuffed with photos of newly minted graduates, some of you become nostalgic about your own high school experiences. A time when Hypercolor shirts, …

Childhood Memories of Stefan’s Store – Chocolate, Candy, and Old Cornflakes

Credit - Tammy W. Karatchuk There's a small white building at the corner of Hwy 8 and Provincial Road 222. Kitty corner from the Hnausa General Store. When I was a child, that white store was Stefanson and Son General Store, however, most people referred to the store as "Stefan's." I grew up near Hnausa and Hnausa …

Tales of a Riding Mower – The Wheelbarrow Started It!

I need a few goats. In other words, my lawn needs mowing. The grass is tall with weeds - giving my lawn that "creepy-a-hermit-must-there" appearance. But it's either too cold or too hot. And I'm sensitive to heat, thanks to my anticonvulsants. It's a real thing, don't judge me. My excuse for waiting this long? …

From Tea Bag to Coffee Factory – The Story of a Teenager’s Caffeinated Paradise

It was hot. Steamy. And smelled ... oh ... that glorious sensory tingling smell. The type that conjured up images of Smurfs and Care Bears. At five years old, I drank tea. And five-year olds have no concept of the term "clear." I preferred mine with cream. Lots of cream. And one lump or two? Oh, …