Good Strawberry

Good Strawberry

I remember Aunt Rhoda’s kitchen was cramped and white. She had a little house in Hamilton not far from Stelco steel and she drove her silver Buick with abandon. I am ten years old again and stand in amazement at the speed she drives up the asphalt lane between the...
Wanna Joint?

Wanna Joint?

It’s been chilly the last few days, especially in the morning. We call these days crisp, say we are experiencing a full-on Indian summer. This time of year a dusting of windshield frost evaporates as the sun comes up, our parkland sky deepens in color to a dense...
Dutch Bakery

Dutch Bakery

Dutch Bakery Looking back, I’m not sure what I was thinking–considering calling social services–because of the duress my parents put us kids through, walking miles and miles of hilly city blocks to elementary school when the temperature was well...
Do you remember these?

Do you remember these?

For most of grade seven, lunch was thick hand-sliced fresh white bread, strawberry jam, and newly introduced KRAFT sliced processed cheese.       Empress brand strawberry jam had two ingredients listed on the can: strawberries, and sugar.  Jam in a...

Scones at ten o’clock

“Hello, it’s Tim,” I said, speaking into the black telephone receiver.  I was at work, in my shared office. “It’s nine-forty-five AM. Mr. Fowler, scones are in the oven, I’ll expect you at ten,” said Bill, and he hung up the...
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