When I came to vist,Sarge in her little house up in Rosedale, she would talk about her experiences in the war, telling me how they would count the bloody sheets to learn how the fighting was going on at the front. They could tell by the number of sheets...

My fondest memory of my Great Aunt Beth takes me back to a cottage up north that my family was renting one summer.  Aunt Beth came for a visit and brought some local wild blueberries and cream.  I remember her telling me that you HAD to ha...