Life Stories

Grandma loved to work in her garden. Whenever I came over for a visit she could be found out in the dirt with a big smile on her face, like a little girl. She never let me go home without a basket of veggies. I really didn't appreciate it much when I was younger, but now I'm thankful that she gave me all those lessons on good nutrition and taught me how the plant a garden of my own.

Mrs. Watson taught me art in grade 8 . All through school I hated Art class and thought it was so boring. I remember the first day of school when she warned us that her class would be like no other. I thought, 'yeah, right'. Boy, was I wrong. Her projects encouraged us to think creatively and she always supported our ideas and was a fair grader. Her only fault that I can remember was her undying commitment to the Ottawa Senators. Thank you for all you did for us, Mrs. Watson, but the Habs rule!

Anne and I grew up together in Brockville. The Watson's and the Whitcomb's use to travel to the cottage together when Anne and I were kids. Although she was 3 years older than myself, Anne took the time to entertain me and even taught me to swim at the lake. Even though I moved away in my early teens, Anne would always write me to see how I was doing. I've been lucky to stay in touch with Anne and her wonderful family through the years, and her kindness when we were children has never been forgotten.

I clearly remember Anne as a girl. She was five years younger than me and was always trying to hang out with me and my friends. On day, we were wandering around town, looking for something to do when Anne came running up to us and begged to let her join us for the day. We, being 14 and way to mature for a nine year old, told her to scram. She somehow managed to follow us all day by hiding behind trees and buildings. Although I caught a glimpse of her a few times out of the corner of my eye, my friends were non the wiser. From that day forward, I called her Agent C. She was a great little spy.