More original fiction from your humble scribe “I know we’re not all here yet, but let’s start anyway,” Gladys announced. “The others will arrive soon, I hope.” Awkwardly spaced between uncomfortable pews, we gathered upstairs in the church sanctuary, an uncomfortable though convenient rehearsal space, huddled around the one-manual, four-stop pipe organ donated by someone,... Continue Reading →
This is a “sneeze” page
OR: What do you call a nut with a cold? Answer below Image by Sergio Huainigg from Pixabay In a recent blog post concerning blog layout techniques, my blogger friend Norma advised me: “If you find you have several posts on different aspects of a topic, get those posts noticed again by creating a “sneeze... Continue Reading →
Forty-eight years is a long time in our little town
Art and Shirley Rutter are Edmonton bound They have lived, worked, and played in our little town of Summerland for forty-eight years. Let me repeat that number—forty-eight years! That’s a long time to live in one place, in any place. Such stability is rare in our fast-paced and increasingly mobile society. If still waters run... Continue Reading →
One year, yesterday — Celebrating life in our little town
It is hard to believe, but as of yesterday we have now lived in Summerland (for a second time) for a full year. I tried to publish this blog yesterday, but we were simply too busy—hence the odd blog title. Oen year and counting, it is hard to believe how rich our lives are here.... Continue Reading →
Supporting Summerlanders in times of need – The Neighbourlink story continues 20 years and counting
Administrator Brandi McLauchlan recently addressed Summerland Town Council on behalf of NeighbourLink Summerland. (Scroll down for a list of coming events.) NeighbourLink began our humble operations in Summerland in 2003 – that means it’s our 20th anniversary this year! We are thankful to be one of the organizations that has invested in the health of... Continue Reading →
Summerland cycling — Another in my “Life in our Little Town” series
Like many things in my life, learning to ride a bicycle took me a long time—I am a lifelong if sometimes slow learner. My father tried to teach me on the back lawn of our home in Victoria. He had just bought me a lovely green one-speed CCM, complete with two tires, one backpedal brake,... Continue Reading →