Comfort food

When it’s cold outside or it’s the end of a day and I don’t know what to eat I open the cupboard and look for THAT can!  Yes, that’s right.  Two slices of toast, preferably with real butter on them, and hot, steaming canned spaghetti is just what I love to eat. This is something…

A few days in Quebec

Last week we found ourselves in Orford Quebec at the divisional retreat. This is a small perhaps better described intimate division. We had a wonderful time en francais and each day seemed to bring something different. We explored Sherbrook Quebec where we had never been – ate poutine at Le Shack – a real unique…

Down memory lane

My grandfather, Arthur Edward Waters, came from England to live in Hamilton Ontario near the beginning of the 20th century.  He was a carpenter and eventually married and began a family in this small city.  Wendy’s family likewise finds it’s roots in Hamilton.  Her maternal grandparents lived down by the beach strip where the Burlington…