For reasons that are too numerous to name, when it comes to yard work, my beloved spouse, the Carpenter, is in charge of the landscaping duties.
Columns
Raised
Instead of receiving gifts from my adult children this Mother’s Day, I’m writing them a personal thank-you for letting me be their mother. As if they had a choice.
Templin recognized as Canadian dean of weekly newspapermen
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Hugh Templin turned hobbies into editorial features
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Sixty
This week my parents will celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years. Together. Through everything. For that, I’m grateful.
Three generations of Templin family shaped Fergus
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Open Mind: Take a spring break
At this time of year I expect the sun to be shining, with birds singing and positive feelings of hope and promise in the air.
Cleansed
She came upon me in the household cleaning aisle at the grocery store where I was looking for the cleaning vinegar.
Elora dog won Victoria Cross for animals in 1936
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Awe
I like the word “awe.” It’s a good word. I also like to experience awe. The Cambridge Dictionary defines it as “a feeling of great respect sometimes mixed with fear or surprise.” Accurate.
Controversial Harriston school opened in 1956
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Sugar
It was his turn to make the tea, but to sweeten the deal, my beloved spouse, the Carpenter, delivered not only a hot cup of black tea, but two tiny white powdered sugar donuts. Is it wrong that my first thought was, “What has he done wrong?”
Health van brings care to community
Substance use, overdose, poverty and homelessness impact communities across Canada, including rural Wellington County.
Room
When I was a child, if I was naughty (which only happened twice, I swear), my parents would send me to my room until they deemed my punishment sufficient and granted me permission to rejoin the rest of the family.
Battle over Harriston school raged into summer of 1954
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…