I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I walked through the door of the church I was christened in, but when I saw the sign outside saying “Open for Prayer,” it was an invitation I felt called to accept.
Columns
Mount Forest’s War Memorial unveiled in 1928
During the 1920s, Wellington County’s communities varied in their approach to the concept of a war memorial. Some charged full speed ahead with the project.
Reflections
Silver spoons and sacrifice “Born with a silver spoon in his mouth” is a mocking way we…
Mimosa was important hamlet in Erin Township
Mimosa is one of the 40 or 50 old hamlets in Wellington County that, were it not for signs on the road and dots on old maps, would exist only in the memories of a few oldtimers and local historians.
Gadget
I didn’t want another device.
Reflections
Those the Lord has rescued will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away. (Isa. 51:11)
Purse
I always smile when I see a man in a store holding the purse of the woman he’s with, while she tries on clothes or flips through the racks.
A season of gratitude
In this season of thankfulness and gratitude, I spoke with Chaplain Ram Kalap of the Homewood Health Centre.
Reflections: The Day is Near
Halloween is just around the corner and it’s a time of dressing up. We dress to imitate another…
Hugh Templin versus Wellington County council
Celebratory events are already in the schedule for 2004 to mark Wellington County’s 150th anniversary.
Reflections: Loss for words
I sit here today needing to write a column for you to read … and I find myself at a loss for…
Old-time Halloween nights were sometimes rowdy
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Handbasket
As my Grampa Jack used to say, “The world is going to hell in a handbasket.”
Reflections: Of Hope Reflected
‘The cost of compromise’ “Lot lifted up his eyes, and beheld all the plain of Jordan…”…
Mind Game
Sometimes, the only way to get something done around my house is to ask my husband, the Carpenter, if he would like me to go ahead and start the project without him.