My grandson was born twenty-eight months ago. Since his birth I have made a point of spending time with him every calendar week. When I first held him in my arms I welcomed him to the world and told him a number of things. I also sang him Raffi’s song, Willoughby Wallaby Woo: Willoughby Wallaby… Continue reading Sing Me a Song
When my daughter was in grade 9 she attended the end of year Farewell to the Grads assembly. She and her classmates were seated with the other grade 9 classes at the front of the auditorium. Just before the graduates were paraded into the room, the door at the left side of the auditorium opened.… Continue reading A Losing Streak
I’ve known Miles for 30 years. Earlier in my career I taught his children. He’s 67. Miles had a parcel of land for sale. My son was interested in looking at it and he invited me along. When we arrived Miles met us and we shook hands. Although I have know him for over half… Continue reading How’s Retirement?
One day after school I was working in my classroom. All was quiet when I recognized a voice in the hallway. It was a colleague and I could tell that he was on a rant. I didn’t know who he was talking to but I was thankful it wasn’t me. After a few minutes I… Continue reading To the Rescue
When I was in grades 5 and 6, I was a member of the School Safety Patrol, a program sponsored by the Canadian Automobile Association. As patrolmen we would be assigned a crosswalk near the school, and our responsibility was to watch for traffic and indicate when it was safe for students to cross the… Continue reading My Old School – Part IV
One of the evening’s events was going to be the opening of a time capsule. I couldn’t recall anything about a time capsule when I was a student there; mind you, I was only eight when the school opened. I was looking forward to viewing the contents. Shortly after my tour of the school I… Continue reading My Old School – Part III
Havelock School is set for demolition this summer. It’s hard to believe. I was a student there when it first opened. A final open-house was held last week. It had been 46 years since I last walked the halls. I felt the need to attend. When I first entered the building, Colin, an eight-year-old student,… Continue reading My Old School – Part I