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A few weeks ago a regular reader of this column stopped by with a bundle of old documents. I found one item of particular interest.

You are never going to believe what happened to me just these last few days. Sorry, I suppose I…

The promoters of the Arthur Junction Railway – a proposed line to run from near Goldstone to Arthur village and into West Luther Township – made a fresh effort to secure municipal aid in the fall of 1880. 

No, I didn’t get a Toyota 4Runner. Yes, I’m angry about it. Sure, I’ll get over it, eventually.

Generally, the mid-1950s was a time of optimism, as most people finally came to believe that the postwar prosperity was here to stay.

Oh my goodness, we’re getting close now. Christmas is right over there. I can feel it. 

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.

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. 

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).

Guelph’s Winter Fair had reached the height of its importance as an agricultural show by 1904. 

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.

Hey Santa, I thought you and I  had something special. 

For several generations, residents of southern Ontario marked the waning of summer with a trip to the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto.

In Heaven, all people and all entities have been set free. 

There are two things I will experience every Christmas season without fail: mixed nuts and mixed emotions.