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  • Writer: Clarke Wallace
    Clarke Wallace
  • Feb 4, 2024

Looking back have you ever wondered what life

would be if you hadn’t made such a a decision,

say, about buying a wood stove?

I’m looking at our wood stove. The house had

been built and what the solarium needed at the time

was a wood stove.

We found several locally. The color we decided on

was a blue one, not too light, not too dark.  

It came with a big difference in price - the smaller

version a lighter metal while the other was of cast iron

and weighing some four hundred pounds.

Then it hit us. We’ll blow the budget and buy the heavier,

more expensive one. It would help heat our home during

the colder months.

AUTHOR’S COMMENT: We buy two bush cords of split hardwood

delivered  each autumn. We pile it all up close to the house. The heat

and delightful scent keeps the smiles on our faces all winter long.


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  • Writer: Clarke Wallace
    Clarke Wallace
  • Jan 28, 2024

I’m looking down at my father’s old watch. A Waltham – see below - with

its thick leather strap. It has an even smaller leather one imbedded in it.

Complete with a tiny buckle to keep it on the wrist.

            The black numbers make it an easy read as they would have how

many years ago?

            I’ve kept this watch close to me over the years. There is a sadness

to it all.

            I gave up wearing a watch some years ago.  And what did I

discover? I’m much more aware of the time.

Writer’s comment: I can see my father in his clerical collar giving

the sermon from the pulp at his Christ Church Anglican in Birchcliffe. Part of

east end of Toronto. He’d glance down briefly to check the time. On this same

watch. For a good reason. He kept sermons to ten minutes.

He was a clergyman. I was a kid. I still miss him.

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