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The Inclusion Project marks its one year anniversary

by Edith Cody-Rice On Saturday December 7, the...

Lanark Lit Competition holds its Winners’ Gala

by Edith Cody-Rice The Lanark Lit competition held...

Free community breakfast at St George’s, December 14

On Saturday December 14 St George’s at...

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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...

Railway fever – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn Right up to the time I was nine I'd suspicioned (as the men on the front step of the blacksmith shop would...

Delivering “The Volunteer” – a John Dunn story

Ernie Little’s horse leaned hard into the collar of the harness and strained, head down, rear legs stretched back, left front hoof tipped forward...

Objet d’art – a John Dunn story

The matter under enquiry was grievous: a priceless 'objet d'art' had gone missing from the doctor's house. A few elderly people, those known in...

A Scholar Gypsy – a John Dunn story

My life as a gypsy scholar began in 1932. I had just turned thirteen, and was about to enter first form of high school....

Nature’s course – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn Christmas Day proved that winter hit the arrival board right on the mark. Twenty-two below zero, Fahrenheit. That evening, three only were gathered...

Selling the horse – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn “Time to go,” George said. We got up to leave his office, and to walk  down a block and a half to...

Help with the driving – a John Dunn story

submitted by Michael Dunn. Written by his father, John Dunn Whenever I looked out the window beside the roll-top desk in my father's office I gazed...

Encounter in September – a John Dunn story

Afternoon of the last Sunday in September lay stretched out somnolently in the sun by the side of the house. Late-working bees kept up...

Guests of the house – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn Boys are inclined to take after their father, in his occupation, his interests, his manner of dealing with circumstances of the day....

Little Alice

by John DunnI returned from the Heart Institute, upright, three days before Easter.  A month later I returned to duty as a Volunteer at...

How to buy an elevator – a John Dunn story

by John Dunn A few explanations before reading: 1) Marie is Mrs. Marie Dunn 2) Sister Camillus was Marie's aunt 3) Port Arthur is the present day Thunder...

T’was Himself – a John Dunn story

Submitted by Michael Dunn. Written by his father,  John Patrick Dunn. Seven-fifteen a.m. Pitch dark outside. Routine governing my orderly approach to morning, I spooned...

Billy the Piper – A John Dunn story

submitted by Michael Dunn. Written by his father John Patrick Dunn. "Push over, Big Red," Billy's rubber boot brushed aside the last rooster in the hen...

The story of Cookee

by John Dunn Frank was still around at the end of the war, not much older in appearance from what he was at the outset...

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