It‘s 1872 and after a long, hard winter, isolated from neighbouring farms by wind, snow and sleet that come in howling storms, trapped inside with…
I was on Salt Spring Island the other day planing arbutus. My friend Richard was putting the planks through the planer and I…
I built a woodshed last weekend. It looks like something from the Beverly Hillbillies. My only defense is that there is now has a wood…
There is, today, in The National Post, an article on how long commutes are killing commuters. Not in car crashes but by forcing them to…
There have been in our family since it arrived in New Iceland, three drownings. Alfred and Herbert Bristow, sons of Fredrikka Gottskalksdottir and William Bristow,…
The title of this edition which is called Under the Glacier instead of Christianity Under Glacier offends me. It offends me in the same…
Today, when I went to visit the nursing home where both my parents currently live, I discovered my mother in the doorway of her bathroom…
When I sold my house last year with its double lot, I was afraid I’d be bereft of wildlife. didn’t move far but I bought a…
Just in case anyone has thoughts about how their ancestors must not have been very good at agriculture and if they’d just worked harder, been…
There are six of them. One’s missing a cover. They’re all well-worn, tattered edges, split spines. Two of them are actual cook-books made by someone…