Footprints…what are footprints? When I hear this word I see the poem “Footprints”, in my mind, or other footprints along the beach disappearing when the waves wash over them, or many footprints in the snow where children have been playing and which disappear with new snowflurries. Here, at this place, we have decided that the posts […]
Making Vereneke
This article was written and submitted by Mary Thiessen with pictures taken by Bruno Penner: They come to mix, roll, squeeze and pinch two mornings in April. Fifteen or twenty they come; almost too many, so they take turns. They come from Wheatley, Harrow, Kingsville, Leamington, and even from Ann Arbor, Michigan, to partake […]
Heinz Whistle
This little poem was written by my neighbour’s daughter. Her father worked at the Heinz factory: When I was little the Heinz whistle blew Loud and clear at a quarter-to-two. Or maybe it sounded at quarter-to-one? Whatever the time, I know it was fun. I wish we still heard the Heinz whistle blowing, Then we would know […]
