My Dad
It is difficult to put into words the relationship of a parent and child. It is a relationship that changes and grows over time. Head chef; first-on-the-scene paramedic; coach; cheerleader; chauffeur; bank manager; mentor; teacher; friend. My dad was a...
Samantha Boland
2012-09-16 08:38:12
Birthday Call Ritual
I answered the phone and on the other end was my brother Stan. He wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday. This was a ritual, usually a week late. He’d start with, “So how old are you now, 55”? I would giggle and say YES 55 and thanked him for his l...
Suzanne Szypka
2012-09-14 19:44:14
hockey
We were playing hockey in a tournament over in Havelock and Stan was the driver for the trip for he and I. Following the final game I suggested an alternative way home that we could enjoy by taking our time and have some "ginger ales" on route. We poked along...
Pat Murdock
2012-09-13 08:52:48