Confessions of a 4th Grade Teacher

I chose “Bones and Muscles” as the first science unit each year because it was fun and got children out of their desks. Students traced the outline of each other’s body, cut it out, and then drew and coloured all 206 bones. (If we needed help to remember the number of bones, it helped to know that the number was the same as Alex W. address.) Happy chatter filled the room as each child completed the project.

A Close Call

Whoa! Stop! Help me, Lord! Those were some of the first words that left my lips on Tuesday morning. In my little world, a typical day begins with a visit to a local restaurant to sip coffee with a group of friends. After an hour or two of raucous laughter, breakfast, and three large cups […]

Eulogy for a Grandfather

In the minds of his grandchildren, he was a “cool dude.” Nobody’s Grandfather measured up to theirs. He bore no resemblance to the soft-spoken, sweet, gentle grandfathers of storybooks. No, Gramp had found the fountain of excitement. He saw nothing wrong with an eight-year-old running a wood splitter, a ten-year-old operating a chainsaw, a five-year-old driving his ATV or an eleven-year-old using a shotgun. After all, they had to learn sometime. Why not now? His grandchildren: Jason and Darcy Roache; Cindy, Jonathan, and Tim Roache; Jeremy and Allison Clark; and Maria Roache could write a dilly of a book about Gramp.

Road Trip Tips for Traveling with Kids

Posted on February 2, 2016 So you think you want to travel by car through Canada with kids.  Do it!  Be prepared though for the less-than-kumbaya moments and let me help you out a little with what’s worked for us. Let me start by saying that I loooove road trips.  Even with my kids.  Even […]

No More Sou’westers and Oil Clothes

On May 16, 2016, the world lost a treasure, a man larger than life itself — my uncle, Herman Roache, at the grand old age of 101 years 9 months 10 days. Born on August 6, 1914, near the end of West Head (Lockeport), Herman Ellsworth Roache was the second child and son of Leonard […]

That was the End of That – Or so I Thought

On Thursday of that week, I took Mom grocery shopping. In 1976, Shelburne had three grocery stores. We had to make the rounds of all three to save a cent on a loaf of bread.
I had planned to drop Mom off and to go down to Roseway Hospital to visit a friend who had just given birth. But just as Mom entered IGA, I spotted Glenn in the store.
In a split second, I abandonned my friend who had just endured 72 hours of labour and a gazillion stitches to bring this little one into the world. AFTER ALL, in only nine months, she could have another baby, but I had limited opportunities to meet the man of my dreams.

Noises from the Morgue

Earlier in the day, I had walked to the bank and stopped at MacDoos for lunch. I had locked the front door but not the back door. Had someone crept in and hidden somewhere in the funeral home while I was out? Nervously, I checked the washrooms outside the office. They were empty. The lounge area was empty. The visitation and chapel had no source of running water. Neither did the casket display room. Caskets? Was an intruder hiding under the lid at the foot of a casket?

Ding, Dong! The Bard is Dead!

Not everyone feels warm and fuzzy about Shakespeare. He has been the cause of years of tears and failing grades. In contrast, his aficionados eat, live and breathe his works. They develop hunched backs from lifetimes spent in library carrels pouring over his musty writings.

Is Muckie There?

Francis was not going to give up that easily. And that, dear friends, is when disaster struck. He pointed directly at me and exclaimed, “There she is!”

The Muldoon has Landed

Long before I was born, one of Mom’s cousins gave birth to a baby girl and named her Melda Madeline. However, the family chose to call her by her second name — Madeline. Mom always wished they had called her Melda. From that time forward, she decided that if she ever had a baby girl, she would name her Melda.