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Community Friendship Luncheon, March 19

Community Friendship Luncheon, at 12 noon on...

Huguette Grand — obituary

Huguette Grand January 30, 1938 - March 14,...

John Dunn's Stories

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The Greatest Game on Earth: a John Dunn story

The day after Christmas the thermometer took the deep plunge, reaching well below freezing. Since it was a holiday, though bitterly cold, townspeople remained indoors, and the streets were...

Shock Treatment: a John Dunn story

Doctor Metcalfe’s years of medical practice convinced him that man was like a horse, and his experience with both convinced him that regular habits should be the rule of...

Writing a Letter: a John Dunn story

Almonte, 21 July 2002 Dear Florence, How many years is it since you and I would be setting off for school each morning? And measuring our height against the kitchen door...

A Name for This Place: a John Dunn story

In May of the year 1857, readers of the Carleton Place “Herald” were struck by a new advertisement which appeared in the paper for...

The Celebrated Case of the Chalk River Local and the Charley Cow: A John Dunn story

Neither Dinny O’Brien nor Norman the Red had any expectation, not even the slightest, that good fortune would be awaiting them at the Snedden...

Mrs. Liberty’s Party: a John Dunn story

(Published in the Almonte Gazette, Thursday, October 16, 1975) No, I’m not really tired, even though I’ve been on my feet for five hours today....

The Anvil Parliament: a John Dunn story

It was a well-known fact in Almonte that any youngster who was forced to go to school for ten months of the year could...

Mostly Billy: A John Dunn story

Millhands on our side of the river spoke of our place as ‘the doctor’s house’, and whenever they came to the office they spoke...

‘A Good Name for a Pig’: a John Dunn story

Three senators of the Anvil Parliament lived in a cluster of houses near Jimmy Moreau's Creek. Kitchens in all three houses had windows that...

The Doctor and a Horse Called Frank – a John Dunn story

In those days, the doctor kept both an automobile and a horse. My father’s car was called a Huppmobile, and the horse simply Frank....

The Advert: A John Dunn Story

“Space!” thundered Gordon, as he threw his arm out in a great sweeping arc like the swing of a scythe blade to gather in...

Cold Cash: A John Dunn story

A pre-Christmas party of friends at Bill Meehan’s in Nepean had broken apart, and swirled away from the main current to form islands of...

A Matter of Delicacy

On a Sunday evening in June, three days after my father's eighty-fifth birthday, he and mother finished supper, readied up the few dishes and,...

Powers of Observation

I got a start observing Nature and things of that like in the summer of the year I turned five.  I was standing by...

The Homestead – a John Dunn story

A stone cairn stands close to the heart of the town of Almonte. Erected on the lawn in front of the complex housing the...

The Blacksmith Shop – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn I was ushered into this world at Almonte's Rosamond Memorial Hospital within the year following the armistice of November, 1918, which brought...

For medicinal use only – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn I pumped hard with my left foot, and my ‘Canadian Flyer’ responded.  Up the street we sped, past Jim Little’s potato patch,...

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