Turner 8

Turner 8 - 1471. That's the way we used to say it over 50 years ago. It's a telephone number. "Turner" was the exchange; a telephone number from Winnipeg. "Turner" was the exchange for the suburb of St. James. All my friends had 888 as the first part of their phone number. Everyone knew which part... Continue Reading →

Lee Jean Patches

You do stupid things when you're a teenager. Hopefully those stupid things aren't morally, legally or ethically wrong. Sometimes they are just silly! When I was a teenager there was a really weird fad. Stealing Lee jean patches! If you were fortunate enough to be able to afford them, the cool thing was wearing Levi... Continue Reading →

Mrs. Borody

My BFF from childhood, her mother died yesterday. The house where I grew up on a quiet suburb of Winnipeg was surrounded by Borodys. Literally. On the south side was by best friend Carol-Ann and her mum, dad, brothers and a dog, Binks. And on the north side of our house was her grandparents, Mr.... Continue Reading →

Fancy Sandwiches

When I was a kid I loved when my mother had to take fancy sandwiches to the church for some function or another, mostly funerals. First, days in advance, she had to special order the bread, an LARGE unsliced loaf. Then have them put it through the mechanical slicer sideways.  Then she cut off all... Continue Reading →

Hymnody and Theology

I still have enough skill on the piano to at least play hymns. Unless they are in 5 sharps or flats. Forget that. To pass the time in a personal care home I spent an hour playing a lovely Clavinova for my mother. The playing of hymns I hoped would spark some recognition in her memory. Page after... Continue Reading →

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