Just moseying around in the ol’ family album…
Memoir
Three Strikes
Facing life with the bases loaded…
My Montreal Then and Now
I’ve got a big birthday coming up. The exact number doesn’t matter, but trust me, it’s big. Put it this way: In the 1950s I was a child, but now… I’m not. So I’m getting contemplative. Here is a wistful vignette of a bustling and burgeoning city, a warm and welcoming place – my Montreal – and how it changed.
Snowdon Memories
[Originally written for inclusion in Memories of Snowdon in the 50’s – a 2006 paperback by Bill Conrod.]
BooBoo (and Mom)
Next week will mark the 10th anniversary of the passing of my loving, lovable mother at the age of 92. I will write about her next week, but for now I’d like to pay tribute to her equally lovable companion, BooBoo.
First Kiss
A bit long – but I promise it’s worth it! 😉
11 Happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s… and 7 Unhappy Ones
A little trip down Memory Lane… both good and bad.
11 Happy Montreal Memories From the 1950s
School Daze 1950
Ever since I’d taught my next-door neighbour to read – we were both four years old – I was obsessed with the idea of going to school. If my big brother could go, why couldn’t I?
Driving Me Crazy
A tale of anxiety run rampant: such was my lot about 40 years ago; luckily, as this fictionalized account implies, it eventually ran its course entirely. (Okay, almost entirely. I still prefer to avoid scarily high bridges.)
Bubby’s Carpet
In which – yet again – I get close to my “inner child.” I just can’t seem to leave her alone. Maybe she’s not ready to be left. 😉
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 