Tag Archives: Memoir

The New World

By Heinz Mayershofer I was born the first of January, 1930 when my new world awaited me. In Europe, the consequences of a last war followed by inflation, no work and a deep depression affected everyone and our family was no exception. We lived in Bad Homburg, Germany famous for the healing power of its… Continue Reading

My Woodland Adventure

My Woodland Adventure by Lura Somers It was a sunny afternoon in January, for the sun had decided to come out and it poured down from the sky. One could feel the warmth of its rays on your back. It gave the world around a promise of the spring to come. The glistening snow hurt… Continue Reading

Miramichi Memories

Miramichi Memories by Mary Mondoux My mom and I often took the train to visit her parents Lee and Inez Buckley in Newcastle, NB. We would take the Rapido from Toronto to Montreal and make the run for the connection to the train to her home town. Most times the seats on our trains converted… Continue Reading

3rd Day of Christmas: My Mr. Claus

My Mr. Claus by Kim Drisdelle As I search through my boxes to gather up Christmas ornaments, I slip back in time. I find myself thinking about the many sacrifices my parents, like many parents, make for their children during this ever so meaningful time of year. Over the years, Santa has become the human… Continue Reading

From Heaven to Grandma's House

Darlene’s Tea House by Kellie Underhill Much has been written about Darlene’s Tea House on the Barnettville Road just outside the village of Blackville. The turn of the century building, with its hardwood walls and floors, filled with antiques, fine china teacups, lace and hand-embroidered tablecloths, was once a country store at the centre of… Continue Reading

Parkinson's Strikes All Ages

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… Continue Reading

The Blarney Stone — Myth or Legend?

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… Continue Reading