Carrier’s kind act will help widower get through Christmas Sir: On Oct. 17 I lost my wife to COPD after a long battle. We loved to sit together on our front porch and watch people going by, and one of the things we enjoyed was a grandfather and his granddaughter delivering the Sarnia Journal. They… Read more »
Knock knock. “Why, hello Jimmy.” “Hi, Mr. Jackson. Here’s your OxyContin. Mrs. Jackson’s Percodan is in the bag too.” Though hard to imagine such a scene today, boys all over Sarnia delivered prescription medications for drug stores when the 1960s began. We did it after school, on our bikes. My buddy Doug Dunn and I… Read more »
In praise of free speech, religious protection Sir: Regarding the Oct. 22 story about Dr. Chantal Perrot, medically assisted death, and the subsequent letters. I would like to add my thoughts. First and foremost, I’m VERY thankful to live in Canada where we have freedom of religion, and therefore diversity. Letter writer Mary Mitro stated… Read more »
Bob Boulton “Whatcha got there, Beany?” That question came to mind the other day as I drove by the old office of Dr. J. Telford Biehn. The good doctor’s eye examination room was on the first floor of a Victorian brick house on Wellington Street, within walking distance of my childhood home. The house… Read more »
The village of Villers-au-Bois lies 11 kilometres northwest of the French city of Arras, and just outside the village sits a cemetery. The cemetery holds the grave of a Sarnia-Lambton war hero. He is a patriot still revered today at the University of Alberta (U of A), and a man who should be much better… Read more »
Lamenting the loss of a threatened and unloved woodlot Sir: Regarding the Sept. 15 article, ‘Hundreds of new homes proposed for The Point.’ It looks like the end is near for a little piece of wilderness at the end of Exmouth Street. Lambton County has not designated it as a protected woodlot, and the Village… Read more »
Growing up, I was always the tallest one in the class; towering over my peers, and even my three older sisters. My long legs meant I was also the fastest kid at school; beating the boys in every recess race by a mile. By Grade 8, I’d racked up my fair share of medals in… Read more »
When Laurie and I told neighbours in Oakville in December of 2010 we were moving back to our hometown of Sarnia, they thought we were crazy. “Better take snowshoes,” they told us. “That place gets more snow than Newfoundland.” I thought they were the crazy ones. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Sarnia and… Read more »
Adults of a certain age might remember the Christmas catalogues that once arrived at the front door. They were a celebration, a taste of things to come — but only if Santa would cooperate with the parents. The Sears Wish Book was aptly named. Kids wished upon a star, or just out loud, that the… Read more »
Kudos to The Journal for Remembrance edition Sir: I was deeply moved when I became the shared-reader of your Nov. 11, 2020 Sarnia Journal. This is how it happened. Years ago we lived in Sarnia and made many good and lasting friends in your city. In November, one of these dear friends called and told… Read more »
