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The ’50’s

Not a creature was stirring…

Originally published on December 24, 2012 It was the morning of Christmas Eve and once again it didn’t feel like Christmas.  It had been years since I last celebrated Christmas – but I remember it well.  It was in 1983 at my Mom & Dad’s place in Midland, Ontario.  My family always got together to […]

Moonshine in the Maritimes – The Final Chapter

Readers of this blog will remember my original Moonshine in the Maritimes posting from November 8, 2016 –  a blog that was both painful to write and impossible for me to complete a final chapter. But all of that changed this morning, and now my heart is racing, and my legs are shaking, and I can’t […]

The Last Trick or Treat

He and his buddy Doug had almost finished filling their shopping bags with tricks and treats and were excited about getting home to see and sort all of the goodies. On previous Halloween’s they had both dressed up the best they could – but they couldn’t remember ever scaring anybody. But this Halloween was different […]

My Best Newspaper Job

Originally published January 29, 2013 I remember my first newspaper job but I’m not sure how old I was – I’m guessing I was probably 9 years old.  Actually, it wasn’t called a job in those days – it was called a “paper route”.  Everyday a truck would deliver a bundle of Oshawa Times newspapers […]

Mr. Blair the Milkman

Originally published January 20, 2013 Recently, I was chatting with someone who was complaining that the days were too short.  You know, during the winter months – when it’s dark when you get up in the morning, it’s dark on your way to school/work and it’s dark on your way home after school/work.  And as […]

Leaves, Fires, Chestnuts and the “F” Word

I’m going to spend the afternoon raking leaves in the yard. I remember as a young boy, walking home from school with my buddies and playing in the large piles of leaves that people had raked to the edge of their boulevard/side of the road. In my neighbourhood almost every house had a large tree […]

Daniel St. Andrews

A Personal Journal of my Loves, Fears, Cancer and Tears