A unique ministry on the Ave is helping provide support to vulnerable Indigenous individuals with complex issues and who are experiencing particularly difficult situations. Continue reading Ministry provides a welcoming open door Staff foster a nurturing environment that promotes healing
Knocking on the front door of the house 11425 95A St was tricky. The porch was being renovated, resulting in piles of broken concrete and earth. A deep pit was in front of the door. It would have taken the legs of an athlete to vault over the pit and knock. Walking to the back entrance gave me an opportunity to take in the historic exterior and find co-owner Sara Melli. Continue reading Local historical home gets a facelift Achieving historical designation is giving the house new life
Westwood’s ornamental pond is just north of my apartment building. I’ve often walked by it and regretted that I couldn’t use it for wading during hot summer days.
The pond was a community wading pool for several years. But in 2011, Alberta Health Services declared it unsafe for wading and it’s now designated as strictly ornamental, with signage in place to discourage use as a wading pool. Continue reading Westwood community pond to be upgraded The plan is a positive step in meeting community needs
Father’s Day brings to mind a father’s role in child development and how a father is an important role model who affects a child’s future relationships.
I am the product of a traditional 1950s marriage. As the major breadwinner, my dad was often away from home. He made sincere efforts to be a good father despite the situation. Continue reading The importance of fathers in a child’s life Fathers are important to a child’s development
I’ve been looking for work to supplement my income. I’m an older university educated woman, and am not ready to be put out to pasture. I’m job hunting in an area where people drop out of high school for that well-paying blue collar job. Continue reading Job hunting isn’t for the faint of heart How I keep my cool when the odds are against me
Hollingworth’s Studio no longer exists, but photographer Hubert Alan Hollingworth left a legacy.
As a photographer, he documented life in Edmonton over three decades. As a volunteer at the City of Edmonton Archives, he also made huge contributions.
In January 2002, Patricia Dunnigan bought a house rich in history and now lives in the 1914 house with her husband, Aydan Dunnigan-Vickruck.
Throughout the years, past owners have done a lot of work on the house.
“The interior was quite beautiful, someone had done a lot of renovation in 1995,” Dunnigan said. “I can sit anywhere in the house and I can see a different view, a different angle,” she continued.
City planning staff held a second public meeting on Nov. 30 about the future of Norwood Boulevard from 109 to 82 Street.
The first public meeting on June 22 provided city planners with feedback in areas which would enhance the quality of this neighbourhood slated for revitalization. Both meetings were well attended.
Growing up as a post-war baby boomer, I’ve often thought the Second World War cast a shadow over my childhood and youth. My father lived through occupied France between the ages of eight and 13. My close friend’s father was a veteran who had marched north up the Italian peninsula with the Canadian Army. My grandmother would speak sadly of her older brother, who was lost when his plane went down while serving in the air force. War left a strong impression on these people which took a long time to process, not only touching them but also those close to them.
While the warmth of summer unfolds, I invariably find myself repeating my French father’s wartime food scavenging habits. Family karma asserts itself, and I find myself eagerly eyeing the raspberry and rhubarb plants edging the laneways while imagining tasty concoctions.
Our summer is so short that it seems shameful not to enjoy the season to the utmost. A summer stroll takes on more dimensions when you stop to pick food and mentally savour the fresh taste of your harvest. Knowing I’m getting much-needed exercise makes me feel virtuous. This virtuous feeling is further enhanced when I think of the copious quantities of vitamin C contained in both rhubarb and raspberries.