Category Archives: Kellie Underhill

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas …

A Photographic Memory by Kellie Underhill A few years ago I watched a film called Fathers and Sons. It’s well worth watching if you haven’t seen it. The characters say things we all think, and then wonder if anybody else thinks that way too. So many parts stuck with me, brought me to tears, inspired… Continue Reading

Mother and Child

Originally written for my mother on the occasion of her 50th birthday in 2000. A mother and her first born share a unique bond formed early in the child’s life and strengthened through time. From the day of birth ignorance is an overwhelming challenge struggles happen daily and victories are small and mostly silent. It’s… Continue Reading

Grammie’s Back

Grammie’s Back by Kellie Underhill When I was a kid I would often go and stay all night or even a week at my grandparent’s house in Gray Rapids. This was my exotic summer vacation on the farm. The kitchen seemed really big to me then, though it must have only seemed that way because… Continue Reading

12th Day of Christmas: My Mountain School Christmas

My Mountain School Christmas by Kellie Underhill This year my Christmas festivities started early in December when my mother, Pauline, sister, Sherry, and I went to the Kin Centre around the square in Newcastle, Miramichi to attend a special dinner theatre performance. A local theatre troupe, The Heritage Players, were staging their latest production called… Continue Reading

Return to Roots

The following letter from Editor, Kellie Underhill, appears in the most recent print edition of Bread ‘n Molasses, available today. Bread ‘n Molasses has never really followed all the traditional rules of publishing; we’ve always kind of went our own way. For example, most magazines start in print and then develop a website to support… Continue Reading

Where the River Meets the Ocean—Tabusintac

Where the River Meets the Ocean—Tabusintac By Kellie Underhill “If you build it, they will come.” In the 1989 film, Field of Dreams, they were literally talking about a ball park, but for many people this line has come to represent a “can-do” attitude for life and business. One Miramichi community has adopted this philosophy,… Continue Reading

Keeping the Ancient Ways Alive

Keeping the Ancient Ways Alive – Alec Lawson Tuckatuck Pursues His Passion & His Destiny By Kellie Underhill It’s a drizzly autumn day when the taxi drops me off in front of the house on the north side of Fredericton. I’ve come the three and a half hour bus ride from my home in Sackville to… Continue Reading