How do you say goodbye to one of your best friends forever?
Last Tuesday I had to do just that.
My dog Odie (the black and white one) suffered a stroke two days earlier and did not recover.
I have to give council a pat on the back for hiring an animal control officer... and the new officer, one for getting out there and doing her job.
Sabine Drackert stopped me on the street late last week and said, “I have to ask you something.”
The heat is fine it is the darn humidity that gets to me.
I am not sure about you but I love the summer heat, but throw in a day with high humidity and I could find myself wanting for winter.
I am not sure who was having more fun at the Rec. Board’s annual slowpitch tournament finals Sunday evening.
The players of the two teams were having a pretty good time but so were the hecklers all of which worked very hard to get the goat of several well know players.
Those players, Don Gall, Kirk Wood and Jim Chorney really took the heckling well and even played it up for the crowd.
18 years ago the Chamber of Commerce launched an annual festival that would soon become the party of all parties in the region.
Rainy River Railroad Daze was held for the first time, on the third weekend in July of 1988. No one at the time knew just what to expect but it soon became an annual event that everyone looked forward, both here and from abroad.
What is an outhouse?
By traditional definition one would think it is a structure located over a hole in the ground that one uses to relieve themselves of number one and two.
What a great Canada Day!
The weather was fantastic. There were people in the park just about all day and both the parade and fireworks were worth the watch!
I hung out with my niece and a couple of other kids most of the day in the park, bipping in and out of events all day with the camera to get photos for the paper.
The event was well attended and everyone seemed to be having a great deal of fun!
It was a very tough week for my family this past week.
Saying goodbye to my grandfather, Martin Grinstead, was an experience that is still hanging onto me.
It seemed like it happened so quickly...
On Sunday morning my Grandpa Martin Grinstead passed away.
Just last week he walked over from the RR Long Term Care facility to my parents’ house. He was sharp and spry and indulged in a piece of cherry pie... one of his favourites.
No matter how he tried he could only be in one place at one time.
Sometimes that frustrated him and more often then not it frustrated the Record’s readers.