Over the weekend I travelled to Winnipeg to attend my cousin Jay’s wedding.
Now I knew this was going to be a very traditional wedding but I was not prepared to experience a wedding that has traditions going back thousands of years.
It is interesting that one little paragraph in this column last week generated so much conversation.
It was the following words that started the ball rolling:
“I found a piece of an old bottle. It says on the piece “Drink High Top, bottled in Fort Frances, 10 fl. oz.” But all I have asked about it do not remember what High Top was... soda? beer? Maybe you know?”
It is amazing how much a person can get done on the weekend.
After returning home from Winnipeg on Friday with my Uncle Bob and Auntie Linda, the planning process began Friday evening.
Plans for a great many jobs were tossed around, but in the end several big jobs were selected.
Well for those of you who are close to us at the Record office you know that we are currently short staffed by 1/3.
Our longest serving employee of nearly 20 years, Linda Johnston, has had to take some time off for medical reasons.
Have you ever tried to quit smoking even though you don’t smoke?
Well over the long weekend I had such an experience.
It did not occur until the second full day of our camping trip to Itasca State Park in Minnesota. That was the day after it was 85 degrees fahrenheit. In the morning it seemed as though Mother Nature was unsure what weather front would prevail. The colder one from the north or the warmer one just to our south.
What a difference a few trees being cut down makes!
For the past few years my buddy and I have been talking about getting rid of three trees in my back yard.
At first we joked about them making good firewood.
Are compact fluorescent light bulbs the answer to cutting huge power demands in households?
Well the answer seems to be yes, but there are a number of problems associated with making everyone switch to them.
What a week it was last week.
The Krahn fire did what few new stories do to us at the paper... it trumped everything else.
On Monday I was trying to figure out how we were going to run the pictures and the story. After running off eight different front pages we settled on the one you saw.
The beaches of Rainy River stretch for what seems to be endless miles.
While there is a small beach at the park, there are numerous other ones up and down just about every street.
While some of them disappeared on the weekend when it rained, for the most part they are still all intact.
The sounds of spring were everywhere over the weekend.
While my neighbours, Jim and Sue Armstrong, were over sitting on my deck, we enjoyed the weather that Mother Nature had finally delivered.
The only down side of finally getting outside was that everyone’s idea of being outside comes with different things to do.