In the farmhouse kitchen described in my novel Wildwood, my Irish heroine Mary Margaret receives this Belleek shamrock tea set from her grandmother as a wedding gift when she emigrates to northern Alberta in 1923.
I’m enjoying sunny days in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and feeling sympathy for my fellow Canadians, who are suffering under an icy white blanket. This is our granddaughter Juliet, aged two, who visited us with her family. * * * * * My Best Buy in Mexico Shopping is a foreign country is always fun, and […]
Welcome to your very first Letters From Windermere, an old-fashioned letter from my house to yours, a collection of news, notes, and nostalgia where I chat about History, Writing, and Books. From 2013 to 2018, I wrote more than 100 wartime stories, and you can find them all under the category called Lest We Forget. […]
Let the bells ring out and the veteran banners fly! After seeing this program in Ontario, I pitched the idea of honouring our local veterans with individual banners. It meant months of hard work by my partner Sandi Jones and me, but the banners are now hanging downtown in our dear little town of Invermere, […]
As a child, I used to lie in bed at night and imagine the air force ghosts all around me. That’s because the farm in Saskatchewan where I grew up is a former airfield, one of hundreds created during the Second World War through the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan.
