Deannie Lynyk comes from Ottawa with a great appreciate for horses of the therapeutic variety (i.e., the kind that can cause crippled riders to feel better). I’d met Deannie before at McDonald’s and shared her interest in Ottawa since I attended Carleton U. there after the Second World War. She had promised to return and soon left to seek Leesa Wickstrom, whom Deannie learned was keeping Appaloosa horses (that breed also has a reputation for helping people). Her own horse is a Pasofino, which she claims can carry a rider at speeds up to 40 m.p.h.—and beneficially. She reports needing such horses to help improve her own walking since she lost use of a kneecap. Presently, she has three horses on order from McInnis Creek near here, intended for disabled people she knows. Some of those were hurt by falling from buildings. • • • At this rate, the moisture reaching our district until lately may never bring our waterways back up to normal depths, but it seems Mother Nature expects to manage that through cooler days, permitting less evaporation. This is, indeed, a different summer but may yet surprise us! • • • All that lawn mowing in this community alone for only one week probably takes enough gasoline to operate an entire fleet of buses or trucks! • • • Sandra Perry brought me photos of her family, the Becks, who looked after so much of our taxi business for years through their six brothers working together. Two of them, Fred and Gene, later developed the International Block Company. All are gone now but Sandra possesses their photos taken when every brother purchased a new taxi. She recalls her family business, and could fill a great scrapbook with their stories and photos. • • • Happy birthday to Helen Neurinski for her 80th, putting her in a close tie with our Jean Bolen. • • • Our cemeteries are beckoning recently on such sunny Sundays and despite the sorrows. But a leisurely stroll around out there makes us wonder whether more cemetery space soon will be needed, although cremations have become popular lately. • • • It was a pleasure to meet a pair of old-timers out for coffee last Sunday. I run into my old farmer friend, Andrew Doucette, occasionally but rarely Harry Spruyt. • • • Jean Bolen, attending her 80th birthday dinner recently at the Legion, caught much admiration! Friends say she remains as beautiful as ever—and just as highly regarded judging from the turnout of 105 friends. Hopefully, Jean can arrange future dinners because I’ll hope to attend next year! • • • Eddy Eldridge, speaking as father of three of my former Winnipeg Tribune carriers (David, Jane, and Kathy), recalled out association when the Tribune was the most popular out-of-town newspaper and I was the local agent! • • • Toenail-trimming anyone? Do as I do and call Christina Hahkala at 274-4733. That young lady reports having time for more in need of that important service! • • • Okay, so try and get rid of all your dandelions while others are hoping they’ll be here again every spring for making wine! Not that this is the most tasty wine ever known, but wine in hundreds of quarts once were stored away here—and enjoyed! Someone reported half his basement usually waas full of that “vile” stuff that few could leave along after it had aged awhile! But every kind of wild fruit also was consumed as wine after it had been allowed to age. • • • If I was to name people from the past owed much by this town, I might decide to elect Bert (B.V.) Holmes—a popular mayor of years ago when everyone still recognized our mayor! • • • It’s been something over 60 years since I last talked to the man phoning from Toronto on Saturday (and I’m not sure I’ve got his name spelled right?) But when someone spends on long distance these days, I hope he was the Jack Conroy that I chummed with in the distant past, especially when he begins with this statement: “You’re the best friend I ever had.” I let him continue talking in hopes of clarifying his identity. He seemed eager to renew our acquaintance, which apparently began at Carleton College, the same Ottawa school that held a reunion last month (which I missed after being told I was a charter alumnus in what now has developed into a very well-known university). Jack went on to say he remembered my late parents, as well as other relatives he had met while visiting Fort Frances. But as he went on, I could not remember his identity until later—this call being more than a surprise because it was close to outright shock as I ever experienced. My long-lost caller was so casual about our acquaintance that I hope I did not insult him, but 60 years? Wow! This voice from the past may never become forgotten again! • • • Whenever I meet Guy Mudge, I wonder about Mudge’s beautiful tourist resort below Mine Centre. It changed ownership years ago, but continues operating under a different name, Guy reports.