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Helen Row Toews Columnist Dream or nightmare?

Ever had a dream where you’re out in public, perhaps shopping in a busy mall, delivering an impassioned speech, or mingling with roughly 100 of your peers at a 40th school reunion (my actual nightmare) and glancing down, suddenly realise you’re wearing

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nothing but your pyjamas, or worse yet, are naked? As stated, I have. What if it happened to you in real life? Well, not the naked part, but the pyjama thing?

These days many people leave the house to run errands in fuzzy flannel pants. However, it still remains an uncomfortable vision for me. That’s why I was a fool to exit my home last week in some crazy yet comfy PJs I’d purchased for my daughter Aliyah some years ago.

I’d been home sick all day with a cold. Curled up on the sofa under three blankets, I drank honey/lemon tea as I watched the Marilyn Dennis Show through bleary eyes. My friend Kim had driven the bus for me that morning but couldn’t later on. Knowing this sad fact, I still somehow managed to fall into a fitful slumber.

Suddenly I reared upright and consulted the clock. How long had I been sleeping? Good grief, there were only ten minutes till school let out! I lunged for the door, snatching sunglasses and keys as I dragged my wheezing carcass

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Of course, I forgot that nothing gets past little girls, and one paused beside me to remark, “What a strange outfit you have on Mrs. Toews. Is that a tail I see?”

“Ha-ha, don’t be ridiculous,” I croaked, my face flooding with colour as I hurriedly stuffed the thing out of sight. “Now, take your seat.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled away from the school, but when we arrived at the home of a sweet little kindergarten girl, I could see I was beaten. Her mother was walking out to meet her.

It’s been my experience that small children take considerable time to prepare for any form of departure. Especially if you’d like them to hurry. Calmly, the child rose and peered out

In Memory of Audrey Larmour

April 22, 2015

Legacy Of Love

A wife, a mother, a nanna too. This is the legacy we have from you. You taught us love and how to fight, You gave us strength, you gave us might. A stronger person would be hard to find, In your heart, you were always kind. You fought for us all in one way or another, Not just as a wife, not just as a (grand)mother. For all of us you gave your best, Now the time has come for you to rest.

So go in peace, you've earned your sleep, Your love in our hearts, we'll eternally keep. You will always live in our hearts and minds. Your loving family you left behind.

David, Glen, Brooklyne, Hayden and Carter in the sides, and then finishing the roll. Other variations use finely sliced cabbage, avocado, and shrimp. You can custom make them to your taste and available ingredients. Serve with a peanut sauce for dipping.

Peanut Dipping Sauce

1/3 cup peanut butter

1/3 cup hot water

1 clove garlic pressed, or finely minced

1 teaspoon siracha sauce

2 teaspoons soya sauce

2 teaspoons sesame oil the window to assure herself we were in the correct yard. Then she began the labor-intensive application of her jacket. After zipping up, she reached leisurely for her backpack, pulled it across tiny shoulders, and adjusted the straps.

Combine all ingredients and stir until smooth.

Meanwhile, Mom reached the door of my bus. With a sigh, I opened it, and she looked in. Her jaw fell slack, eyes widening with questions yet unspoken.

I slumped on the seat in head-to-toe, fuchsia, and black, leopard-print pyjamas. The hood, complete with long cat ears and googly eyes, hung like a cape around my shoulders, and a lengthy, spotted tail brushed the floor beneath my seat. I grinned stupidly at the woman and, between fits of coughing, tried babbling out some sort of believable explanation.

Okay, so maybe it’s not quite nightmare quality, but the whole unpleasant scene could undoubtedly have featured in one heck of a bad dream. To contact Helen or to find her books head to helentoews.com.

Audrey Larmour

April 22, 2015

Your life was one of thoughtful deeds, A helping hand to others needs. Sincere and true in heart and mind, Wonderful memories you left behind. Missing you always, Luv Anne and Bob

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Craig Baird Columnist

So, why am I saying that Vermilion is the bull’s eye? Well, that comes from a leaflet that was issued by the Vermilion Board of Trade in May 1906.

At the time, Vermilion was a brand new community and they wanted to bring more settlers in to the area. To help with that, the Vermilion Board of Trade issued the leaflet that stated Vermilion was the bulls-eye of the Saskatchewan Valley and the Vermilion District.

Within the leaflet, it stated that the Vermilion area covered 1.8 million acres