By Iris Winston I think of my father often, especially when I hear any of his favourite songs on the radio. Such songs as Don’t Fence Me In, The Quarter Master’s Stores (pristine version), She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain or It’s a Long Way to Tipperary. Eclectic to say the least, but every one...
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Animal chatter BY IRIS WINSTON Can a cat have a happy life if he never roams the great outdoors? Cats instinctively love exploring, hunting and staking out their territory. Wild, feral and some male farm cats can cover 150 acres or more, for example. Even the more modest 15 acres that make up the average female farm cat’s...
Now and Then by Iris Winston Thinking was not part of the job description and was definitely frowned upon by my supervisor. The job in question, undertaken one summer break during my high school years, was in a margarine factory. My assignment was to stand alongside other workers and lift four packages of margarine as they...
Now and Then  by Iris Winston Giving back comes in many forms. It can be as simple as responding to a ring at the door and hearing a tiny smiling child in uniform asking if you would like to buy Girl Guide cookies. I don’t care for the cookies but never have the heart to refuse. It is much easier to turn down an unsolicited...
Animal Chatter  by Iris Winston I know that Freya, my 20-year-old Norwegian forest cat, is near the end of her life. She has oral cancer and the malignant tumor is invading her jaw bone and growing to the point that she is not able to close her mouth completely. Certainly, this means that her quality of life has declined, but...
This is the first installment of a new essay series by Iris Winston. A condensed version is included in the print version of Fifty-Five Plus. By Iris Winston I was from away. Was I ever! The students that I was about to meet had grown used to newcomers from other parts of Canada, generally teachers who stayed for a term or two...
Animal Chatter By Iris Winston As soon as Marnie, my Irish Setter, and I returned home after finishing a few errands, she raised her head and sniffed the air. Then she ran around, barking as she checked every room, looking for the stranger that she sensed/scented had been there while we were out. I knew from her reaction that...
