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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...