Phil Egan In 1958, when I was 11 years old, my weekly allowance was five cents. It was enough to buy a chocolate bar or an ice cream cone, but…

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Nadine Wark Listening to a popular music service recently brought back memories of my teen idols from the 1960s.

Phil Egan On a summer day in the late 1950s, my father drove me to an air show at Selfridge Air Force Base near Mt. Clemens, Michigan.

Norma West Linder When we celebrate Easter Sunday we hope to say goodbye to Old Man Winter, but weather can be unpredictable this time of year.

Bob Boulton Nobody called her Florence. She was always Mrs. Cuthbertson, her name spoken softly to avoid summoning her in person.

Remembering Al Brogden, a mentor from a more collegial era Sir: Al Brogden passed away recently. I served with him on Sarnia Council in my first term, back in 1997.

Phil Egan The Sarnia Historical Society launched its most recent book in March of 2020, just as the world was shutting for the COVID-19 pandemic.

Susan MacFarlane When I was a kid, we had a dog called Lucky. My mom would say, “Lucky to be alive.” Lucky was a black lab mix and I don’t…

Phil Egan I was 15 when the phone call came from my best friend, James O’Rourke. “Turn on the TV,” he urged. “It sounds like there’s gonna’ be a war!”…