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Arts, Business, Children, Environment, Food, Health, Memoir, Nature, culture, personal development | Kellie Underhill | 
October 15, 2009 1:26 am | 
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Blake Lindsay
By Blake Lindsay
People often ask me, “Why are you no longer a deejay on the air somewhere?” I’m happy to explain with a story that has an unenthusiastic beginning, however has a very positive reassuring ending like some of my favourite trials. If you are experiencing a career transition, or know someone who is, I hope this life lesson I learned will help.
Like many others in the industry I keep asking, “Why in the world has broadcasting taken such a turn over the last decade or so?”
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Mommy Susie
Mommy Susie
by Debby Frost
We called our grandmother Mommy Susie. We called my grandfather Daddy Bill. Dad was Daddy Jack and Mom was Mommy Renie. She was born Susan Margaret Ross in 1901 at Oak Point and married Bill Bowie. A formidable woman, she was married at 18 to a man who was 14 years older. She had one son, my father, when she was 20. She loved music and loved to dance. My grandfather played the fiddle and she would accompany him on the piano.
Mommy Susie always worked and was always busy at a time when not many women went to work. She was a midwife and delivered a lot of babies in Oak Point. She drove ambulance in the First World War. My grandfather used to work at the base and she worked right along with him. She cooked for several restaurants in town and always said the best tomato sandwich was made by someone else because it was a pleasure to sit down and have someone else make her meal.
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My Battle with Parkinson’s
By Ryan, age 32, NB
It is 4:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Tonight is worse than usual. Most nights I can piece together probably four to six hours of actual sleep in between moments of discomfort. During these times, I have to get up to walk around to try to shake the stiffness out of my body. These little “walks” involve me shuffling out to the living room, thinking about lying on the couch, then deciding against it, knowing the struggle I will face whenever I decide to get up off the couch. Usually I decide to sit at the computer, check on my fantasy teams, email, banking, etc. The computer has a chair with arms of which I can use to push myself up to a standing position when I am done and decide to try another attempt at sleep. If I could just roll over in bed, I might be able to avoid this nightly routine.
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Blarney Castle
A Touch of Blarney
By Frederick (Ben) Rodgers
Many readers will dismiss this story as mere coincidence, but those of you with a touch of Irish may well believe it, as do I.
In the summer of 1962 in Plymouth, England I was serving aboard the Royal Navy submarine HM/SM Taciturn. On weekend leave I suffered a severe head injury as a front seat passenger in a shipmate’s car. Three weeks in hospital and 30 stitches later I was sent home on sick leave. Whilst on leave my brother-in-law suggested I claim damages and took me to a solicitor. I recounted what little I remembered about the accident and gave the lawyer a newspaper clipping, the only real information I had.
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Tags: Blarney Castle, Blarney Stone, culture, Ireland, legend, Memoir, myth, navy, PEI, personal essay
Memoir | Kellie Underhill | March 17, 2009 1:40 am | Comments (12)
