Columns

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who passed away on Feb. 23, 2015.

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The air we breathe What causes you to register concern? What are the necessary conditions to propel…

I’ve been a seeker of validation for much of my life. 

I believe the kitchen is the heart of a home and the dining table is the centre of gravity for all who live in it.

During the 20th century, naturalists learned that it is a foolish and dangerous idea to introduce species of plants and animals to areas where they are not native. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Since our move to the country, I’ve…

Sept. 21 is World Alzheimer’s Day. Alzheimer societies across the world continue to raise…

Well, now I’ve done it. I’ve dived in head-first into the pool and I have no idea how to swim these shark-infested waters, but I assure you, victory (at least in my personal pool) is all mine. Game on.

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who passed away on Feb. 23, 2015.

A couple of weeks ago, Elysia DeLaurentis at the Wellington County Museum and Archives showed me a recent donation to the collection. It is a diary kept by a schoolboy in Elora during the 1890s.

Maybe it’s the country life, but I feel I have come a long way in terms of my personal phobias of some of nature’s creatures that I have encountered this summer. 

Summer, I’m not ready to say goodbye to you, yet. Give me just a little more time, please. 

Last week’s column dealt with some of the early history of Kenilworth, and the failure of Elora speculators to turn a profit on their projected townsite.