Columns

Friends. I’ve been thinking a great deal lately about language. Words, actually. I am particularly fond of how words sound. Sometimes I find myself lost in listening to others, who are speaking words from languages I could only ever dream of knowing, wondering what it is they are expressing.

One of our most popular meat draws – the turkey draws – will be held this Saturday, with doors opening at 2:30 p.m. 

The airport commission actively supports economic development within Brockton, Hanover and West Grey, and often recommends visiting pilots and their families shop in local stores.

As you’ve probably noted through past commentaries here on page four, I’m fascinated with the concept of historical irony. Eighty years ago this week one of the best examples of this in modern history came to pass at an American naval base in Hawaii, which at the time was likely unknown to most outs

The new voyage is a very nasty one – a voyage that I would not wish on anyone. This new voyage is a autoimmune disorder of major proportions called dermatomyositis, or DM for short.

Once again, we’ve had a successful Poppy Campaign, thanks to donations from businesses and individuals and to those who took part in tagging. Our appreciation goes out to the businesses who accepted poppy boxes or decorated their store windows for remembrance, and to Maple Court for the beautiful fi

If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even their own life—such a person cannot be my disciple – Luke 14:26

Last week was one of mixed emotions for this reporter.

If you read my columns you know that I have had a heck of a bad summer – itches, swelling, fatigue, lack of strength, shortness of breath, etc. – a royal mess!

What will it take for humankind to understand that the destruction they are causing to our Mother Earth will kill us all?

Two years ago, my son was in love with skating.

You likely noticed the flag was down in front of the Walkerton Legion. It’s been a rough few weeks for our members and friends.

As we jumped into the ‘get ready for school race,’ I could see that my five-year-old son was struggling with the zipper of his jacket. At first, I let him work through it a bit. I wanted to give him the opportunity to figure it out for himself before I rushed in to help.

Remembrance Day is behind us, but the work of caring for our veterans continues all year round, both locally and across the country.