Many years ago, I met Prince Philip. He was a nice guy. The Queen and the Prince were on a Canadian tour in 1978. Mother of God that is over 40 years ago!
Newfoundland was the first stop, and it turns out that on a royal tour’s first stop Her
I rolled up my sleeve for my COVID-19 vaccination shot last week. It was great. At half past two on a rainy afternoon I walked into the Health Sciences Complex and down the corridor to COVID registration. There was no line-up.
In the clinic itself there were five vaccination stations
There was no surprise in the result of the provincial election. I had mentioned that an incumbent government, headed by a doctor, in the middle of a COVID pandemic would be hard to unseat. Even a poor running of the pandemic election wasn’t enough. It just ticked people off.
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It was and remains “a movable feast.” That is to say that Easter is not like Christmas in that it doesn’t happen on a specific fixed date as Christmas does or All Saint’s Day.
Easter is that major Christian holiday that is set, not by the calendar of St. Gregory,
The school I went to was partly a boarding school, although I was not a boarder. It was not private, but it fancied itself above the rest in a snotty way. It was all a bit British in tone.
We had school uniforms that included breeches (breeks) that came to
Regular readers of these humble offerings will know that I am a monarchist. I have been in lock step with the Queen and her family from the day I was born. I had a Windsor baby carriage, just like Prince Charles. I remember the death of the Queen’s father George
You know I was born at just the right time. I am the oldest of the baby boomers because I showed up in 1946 less than a year after the end of WWII.
I watched Newfoundland through all of the last half of the 20th century. I am old enough
When I was younger there was a very tough religious regimen within the Catholic Church.
The season of Lent today, the runup to Easter Sunday, is simply not as demanding as it used to be. Fasting and abstention were very much part of our religious upbringing then. I still know
Like many people I spend time thinking about where we are going and where this will all end. The road toward “normal” is unknown.
I can hardly write anything with a hint of the future because the situation changes so rapidly. Two weeks ago there were virtually no cases of
My grandfather Malone was a real St. John’s man. He was Catholic and anti-Confederate. The capital had voted heavily against Confederation in the 1948 referenda. My grandfather worked for the ultimate St. John’s merchant firm which was Bowring Brothers and it appears he bought whole hog into the notion