Column Six

A s predictable as its demolition was, it was still jarring to see photographs of the old Pelham Arena last week, reduced to rubble.

A January adventure best not repeated B efore the concert, John dropped me off at the auditorium door and went to park the car.

Take a walk in the Short Hills and find the perfect tree T his is my story of a wonderful Christmas in the Short Hills of St. Johns West. It is about a week before Christmas and I am downstairs in my grandparents' section of our home.

BY PETER NICE as told to Larry Coté M y name is Peter Nice and I wish to recollect for you one of the chapters of my life. I was one of the English child evacuees during the Second World War.

Before Fenwick there was Neederlandia...and Jim O ur car was a Magic Time Machine.

"H appiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family who live in another city.” George Burns was being funny as well as kind of serious when he said that.

What travelling alone taught me about self-isolation BY ANGELA CARTER Special to the VOICE N ot long before the COVID-19 novel coronavirus emerged in our world, I returned from a six-month journey around the world.

W hen World War I began, my grandparents could not have imagined that five of their ten children would sign up to fight overseas. At that time most of them lived in the village of Homer, near St. Catharines.

O ne summer morning when I was six, my dad called up the stairs, “Margie, get dressed quickly and come with us to the canal to see the first ship go through.” I hurried with my clothes, all the while wondering what this was all about.

A pair of Sundays not soon forgotten A t home in Fenwick, after church one Sunday, I started the snazzy coffee maker my daughter Lia and her husband Trent gave me.