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Note: The Friends of the Guelph Public Library is still searching for a location to hold the 2018 book sale. If you can help, leave a message for Virginia Gillham in the comment section. (26 October 2016) – For ten years, the Friends of the Guelph Public Library has been raising money for our best friend, the Guelph Public Library. We haven’t stopped yet, and don’t intend to. So far we are over half a million dollars to the good. All of it has come from selling books, most of them at two or three dollars each. For the first one in 2007 we rentedRead More →

I have three Tilley hats. I bought my first in 1994. Three of my good Scrabble friends at the time were Chris Clark, editor of the Guelph Tribune, Brian Skerrett, bookshop manager at The Bookshelf, and Andy Schoenhoffer, at the time a copy editor at the Guelph Mercury. We played an early version of on-line Scrabble on Hillside BBS. Every few weeks the four of us would meet in the Bookshelf’s Green Room for Scrabble and beer. For a couple of years, Andy and I went to the weekly sessions of the Toronto Scrabble Club, but that’s another other story. In November 1993, we wentRead More →

I recently decided to sort out my old photographs. There are lots, stored in several old boxes and Rubbermaid containers in the basement. There are at least a dozen photo albums, all about half full of pictures. A lot of those little albums you used to get when you brought film into Black’s for processing and printing. To make a long story short, there’s literally thousands of them. The plan is to scan them and store digital versions on the computer. If every picture is worth a thousand words, there are millions in those basement boxes. If every picture tells a story, there are thousandsRead More →

We were half way down the street when Charlie stopped at one of his favorite hydro poles. It is used by a lot of his pals to leave messages for each other. Charlie sniffed around quite excitedly, then lifted his leg for a short spurt. “What’s all this about the Day of Mourning?” he asked as we started walking again. “It’s today,” I said. “A day set aside to remember the workers who have been killed or injured at work. Why? Where did you hear about it?” I needn’t have asked. I’m no longer even surprised when he hears about things like this. He always knows.Read More →