In The Shadow of Anemki Wajiw

Etched Murals at Thunder Bay International Airport Celebrate Indigenous Culture by Brian G. Spare What sparked this endeavour was the work of an aspiring young artist and film maker from Couchiching First Nation who is involved in a project to reclaim Indigenous languages and places across Ontario. She uses commercial billboards to showcase Anishinabe languageContinue reading “In The Shadow of Anemki Wajiw”

The Great Wall of Thunder Bay

The construction of the harbour breakwater provided an economic life-line to our city by Brian G. Spare As the 1880s approached, people of the Lakehead knew the fur trade, the industry which had sustained them for two centuries, was winding down. Times were changing. The national railway, the CPR, was making its way eastward andContinue reading “The Great Wall of Thunder Bay”

The Lesson of Christmas

by Brian G. Spare What does the name “Scrooge” conjure up in your thoughts? No doubt an image of old Ebenezer himself and likely the classic image of Scrooge portrayed by Alasdair Sim… Humbug!… Whether it’s July or December the mere mention of Scrooge reminds us of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” one of theContinue reading “The Lesson of Christmas”

Christmas and Candy

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Brian G. Spare When I was little, my Dad read this rhyme to me as my bedtime story of choice from Halloween until Easter. Even though I didn’t know what a sugar plum was, but they sure sounded delicious. Years later, I found out they don’t’ haveContinue reading “Christmas and Candy”

The House: A Short Story

by Brian G. Spare I slumbered in bed for a while half asleep. The glint of sunshine through my bedroom window and its warm caress on my face was a wonderful feeling, and I sighed deeply nestling down into the covers. But gradually the sleep wore off, and with a yawn and stretch, found myselfContinue reading “The House: A Short Story”

My Favourite Christmas Present

by Brian G. Spare I have received some very nice Christmas presents over the years. But the presents I remember most fondly are from my childhood and one in particular stands out as I recount the years. It was 1969, I was ten, and the excitement of ripping the wrapping paper off a gift pulledContinue reading “My Favourite Christmas Present”