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EXCEEDING EXPECTATIONS
Independently Owned & Operated
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of Pelham and Central Niagara
Vol.26 No.2
JANUARY 19 2022
Published every Wednesday
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Darcy Richardson, CPA, CA | Broker
DARCYRICHARDSON.CA darcy@darcyrichardson.ca 905.321.6292
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Words Words are all I have, to take your heart away —The Bee Gees BY SHIRLEY LAZARETH Special to the Voice
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WINTER AFTER ALL!
IT WASN'T THE BLIZZARD OF '77, BUT IT WAS BIG ENOUGH Marco Vukovic, of Philmori Boulevard in Fonthill, had the whole family out clearing snow Monday morning, as Mother Nature dumped some 50 cm on Niagara. Classes were cancelled by local school boards, Brock University, and Niagara College, public transport was suspended, and many roadways were impassable until late in the day. The Blizzard of '22 created hazardous conditions with heavy snow, strong winds, and widespread near-zero visibility. The storm brought the highest accumulation to the GTA since 2008. DON RICKERS
EXCEEDING EXPECTATIONS NRC REALTY, Brokerage 1815 Merritville, Hwy 1 FONTHILL, ON
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DEBBIE PINE SALES REPRESENTATIVE 905.892.0222
NIAGARA / FONTHILL, ON
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any people do not realize the power words have over all of us. The words of politicians, religious leaders, businessmen and women, lawyers, scientists, medical personnel, and news commentators, to mention a few. So many use words every day to pitch a point, to seal a deal, to drive home an idea, to infiltrate our minds with gangrene like garbage. Words have been an important part of my life for decades, but most significant was the lack of words not uttered, barely muttered, on May 28, 1952. I had just begun my teaching career in Stamford, now Niagara Falls, at a school to be built in the spring of ‘53. It would be named after James Morden. I was sharing a small bedsit with another beginning teacher from Lindsay, Ontario. I had met the boy of my dreams. Life was good! That evening when Don came from Welland to visit we sat silently, watching the softly playing TV, See COLUMN SIX back page