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 →

My Dad, The Joy of Christmas

My Dad represented the joy of Christmas for me. And even though he’s dead now, he still does. From him I learned the immense joy of the Feast of Christmas. When he left home in 1942 and ‘immigrated’ to Winnipeg he carried on the Ward tradition and prepared his own little feast, within the Feast,... Continue Reading →

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