“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven, And imprint forever upon our hearts That this is home and that we are… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We stepped a little quicker, laughed a little louder and chatted over the fences a little longer. We gathered bouquets of wildflowers, dined on… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“These elusive memories, appear out of nowhere like a portal to our past, from deep within the passages of our minds. They rise to… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven, And imprint forever upon our hearts That this is home and that we are loved.” — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet of soft… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Take it from this Lanark County kid - you won't find any better, more flavourful syrup, than from the Maple Syrup Capital of Ontario” — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Looking around, from near the top of Foley Mountain, it was easy to imagine why the early settlers decided to make their home in… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We had some memorable times, on those long, hot summer nights, along the shores of the mighty Rideau; but we were by no means… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Some things were done a certain way and they had been done that same way for ages. Most of the time it was a… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“I will always remember that year in Almonte, and how their sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the Mississippi seemed to rush… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“It wasn't until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about the ghosts that haunted their… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
