No, I didn’t get a Toyota 4Runner. Yes, I’m angry about it. Sure, I’ll get over it, eventually.
Columns
How many readers can remember Christmas 1954?
Generally, the mid-1950s was a time of optimism, as most people finally came to believe that the postwar prosperity was here to stay.
Merry
Oh my goodness, we’re getting close now. Christmas is right over there. I can feel it.
Reflections
Wherever we’re at, God can use us. Wherever we’re at, God is working. It doesn’t matter who we are, God can use us.
Stockings
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that I took care of the contents of my own stocking, because the Carpenter wouldn’t dare (it still rhymes).
Open Mind: Masking emotions at work, over the holidays
I attended a webinar recently about masking our emotions in the workplace and I wondered if the same concept may apply when attending holiday social gatherings.
News from the Mapleton Township area in 1904, 1928
Guelph’s Winter Fair had reached the height of its importance as an agricultural show by 1904.
Reflections
It is often the premise for the humour of comics and sitcoms in laughing about the guests you’d rather not have come, or the guests that stay too long.
Christmas Brake
Hey Santa, I thought you and I had something special.
Travelling from Fergus to CNE by bicycle in 1896
For several generations, residents of southern Ontario marked the waning of summer with a trip to the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto.
Reflections
In Heaven, all people and all entities have been set free.
Mixed Nuts
There are two things I will experience every Christmas season without fail: mixed nuts and mixed emotions.
Four men changed their plea in 1921 attack on jailor
Guelph police and the jail officials took no chances when they had Frenchie Bedard back in their custody.
Reflections
Canada and the Commonwealth have a new king, Charles the third. All the laws of the land are made when he signs the legislation into law. The laws are named with his name and enacted with his authority.
Crown
It’s fair to say that when it comes to communication by text (or any other form of written conversation, or like, conversation in general), my spouse, the Carpenter, is monosyllabic.