Battersea in my Bones

Not much in life is sure except that one day it will be over and we will die.  What happens after that is anyone’s guess but if my children honour my wishes, my physical remains will be buried at Sandhill Cemetery in the village of Battersea, Ontario. My entire...

Handfuls of Purpose

Lately I’ve had many household expenses and been stressed about paying the bills. Knowing this, my mother sent a lovely note, praying that God would drop some “handfuls of purpose” in my way. I smiled when I read that, thinking that we all have our...

Honoured Guest

I am an honoured guest and I must confess that it’s a title I could get used to. I’m visiting the family of my friend Lois, staying in the Dundas room, named for the picture on the wall and the point of my origin. The room has been lovingly prepared for my...

Lucille Was a Scrappy Lady

Aunt Lucille was a scrappy lady, five feet tall with skin like shoe leather from the sun. She ran a campground on the edge of the family farm on Collin’s Lake. She used to keep me when my parents went on holidays and let me help out selling bait. She died today,...