The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
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Bluetooth speaker
I couldn’t find my Bluetooth speaker anywhere. It must still be packed in a box from the recent move of the contents of our home from our neighbourhood in town to our move to the country on the outskirts of the same town.
Drayton Felt and Shoe Co. organized in March 1901
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Photo bomb
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I’d like to share a teachable moment with you of what not to do to your beloved if you are attempting to inspire a spark of passion between you. Today’s lesson is brought to you by the letters C, for the Carpenter, and W, for “What the?” “Why?” and “Weirdo.”
Foxy
I heard him before I saw him. He had a raspy barking cough, as if someone told him a good joke…
19th century crime took place in rural areas too
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Volunteer efforts a major factor in building Erin arenas
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Red carpet ready
I am by no means a survivalist, (I can barely survive learning we’re out of chips), but when there is a snowstorm in the forecast, my husband, the Carpenter, launches into emergency preparedness mode.
News from the Mapleton Township area in 1906, 1956
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Toque trouble
I wish I looked better in a toque.
The sketchy history of ladies softball in Wellington
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Sorry, not sorry
As it has probably a thousand times in my marriage to the Carpenter, our morning began with this question; “Are you okay if I write about this?”
The glowing orb
Insomnia made me delusional. That explains it. Longing for sleep, I passed time contemplating cruel punishments to silence my snoring spouse.
Tragic hunting accident at Puslinch Lake in 1895
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Pants
It struck me, while out walking my dog on the last morning of my Christmas holidays, that the next day, I would be heading back to work, and as such, I was going to need pants.