Reflections
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The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
Part one By Jay Thomson and Part two – Dylan’s Story by Christine Ferris Although her friends kept asking her what she most liked about Christmas, six-year-old Emma had so … Continue reading The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
CHRISTMAS REMEMBERED
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
New Orleans and the Réveillon Dinner
Two o’clock in the morning may be an odd time to start a feast consisting of chicken and oyster gumbo, game pies, soups, souffles, lavish desserts, brandy and coffee, but this is how it is done.
Aliens, Stars, and Fences – (A Christmas Tradition)
Arriving at the top, we could see a view of the whole city of Edinburgh below us, and we would stop walking and lie on the grass and look up at the stars.
A Christmas Memory – Valdivia, Chile 1964
By Lucia Preller
Suddenly, one of the upstairs windows opened up and Agustin told my little brother that they were all in bed. His father had lost his job, so there was no Christmas for them that year..
North Pole Penguin
A True Story
(it just hasn’t happened yet).
My name is Fenna, best friend and soul mate of Santa Claus
Uncle John and the Christmas Turkey
By Paula Halpin
I loved Uncle John because he was unconventional – a character. Some in the family considered him a dilletante. But in my eyes, he was a romantic risk-taker
Chapters
Life is moments. Life is magical. Life is the mundane. Life can be hard, unjust, and cruel. Life can be beauty and light. Life in all its complexities has seasons … Continue reading Chapters
Tradition and the Ties That Bind
Stories came not just from my father’s imagination or the books we read, stories also came every week in a letter from my grandmother to my mother, and by extension, to all of us.
Seeing Red
If I had to describe Wakefield as a colour, it would be the colour red.
Ekphrasis
By Al Skaw….art can and often does take us to journeys deep within ourselves. It makes life much more bearable ..
Wandering Wakefield 