The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
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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.
News from the Mapleton area from 1953 and 1928
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Just say yes
If there is one thing that the year 2022 taught me, it’s that I have zero ability to predict my own future. None.
Drug store’s Christmas card provides view of compact Elora
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Christmas in 1876 had many parallels with today
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Open Mind: Season of Light
For our seasonal article this year I sat down with Chaplain Ram Kalap, one of the spiritual care…
Hey Santa
With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year.