Community Chronicles

by Angela Sanford There are places from my past that hold fond memories, memories so dear that my thoughts can easily play back the still frames and short movies that were once live action. I know that one day these special places may exist only within me as the landscape changes and this particular place is on the endangered list. It is not a house or even a building, not a road nor a bank along my favourite beach. It is a tree – a prominent weeping willow.    When I firs

by Hattie Dyck Continued From: Barbara Simms, Crowe’s Mills    Many years earlier, In the fall of 1973 Barb and Ed rented the main floor apartment of an old house in Debert. This house is said to have been an Inn during World War 11 when Debert was a booming little village. They had a puppy named Boots who would act really strange sometimes. She would start to run into the living room, then stop dead in her tracks, staring up high at the air in the middle of the room. She wou

by Angela Sanford    I’m a decent swimmer. I love the water—the feel of waves rolling onto a beach, the sand between my toes, the salt on...

by Hattie Dyck An excerpt from Potpourri of Folk Lore , published in 2009. From: Barbara Simms, Crowe’s Mills    John Ward loved...

by Angela Sanford    When most people hear the word competition, they picture a race—two athletes sprinting neck-and-neck, or opponents...

by Myra Matthews Now we all knew Dick was a farmer and lo and behold Marjorie being a new bride took her role very seriously, as the...

by Hattie Dyck    Cecil Stevens, Brookfield, who is now 86 years young (2013) witched water for many years. He learned how to do it from...

Hants North Legion Branch #166    This past month brought us a continuation of droughts, fire bans and surprising garden harvests. Our...

by Angela Sanford Feedback is the foundation of growth. It’s how we learn, improve, and adapt. And yet, I find it curious how...

by Raegan Densmore A goal that I have had for the last couple of years is to read more. While I have picked up more books than I ever...

by Hattie Dyck Witching, divining, or dowsing to find water or metal underground is an ancient custom that works, but there’s no...

by Angela Sanford As summer winds down and the weather cools, I find myself turning my focus back to good eating habits for the...

by Myra Matthews Life Moves on and Marjorie found Love in all the wrong places. One day, out of nowhere, at three o’clock we got the...

by Angela Sanford No Bang, All Brilliance Last week, I came across a post about New Glasgow’s 150th...

by Hattie Dyck Dorothy was not the least bit surprised when she saw a ghost for the first time. Neither is she surprised when it...

by Raegan Densmore When you think of the “unknown” in media such as movies or literature, maybe the first thing that comes to mind...

by Angela Sanford Separate from the drought that still looms over East Hants and it's more serious ramifications, this summer was...

by Myra Matthews    As a further tribute to Marjorie Densmore, I want to tell you about her career choices.  Marjorie decided she wanted...

by Angela Sanford The long weekend of September is upon us bringing, for many, the final camping trip or getaway of the season. It...

by Raegan Densmore Reference: https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/d2/fd/54/d2fd546d404f758e7055e484bd8e9d41.jpg   Suddenly, it is late August...