When You Sell a House, You Keep the Memories

Saying goodbye My parents built their dream house. A smaller home in the woods. Surrounded by trails and bulrushes - and black bears. Which means they sold their house and acreage on Highway 68. The acreage even had its own business name, "Karatchuk Acres." On September 30th, mom and dad went to their former home.... Continue Reading →

Hey, You Want a Time Machine – A Chance to Return to High School, Yes or No

"If you could, would you go back to high school?" Adults are often asked this around graduation season. As social media fills with photos of newly minted graduates, some of you become nostalgic about your own high school experiences. A time when Hypercolor shirts, Fat Emma & Pie Face Chocolate bars, leggings, bell bottoms, paisley... Continue Reading →

Losing Grandparents Doesn’t Become Simpler with Age

My Gigi Karatchuk died on December 2, 1984 when he was 67 years old, and Baba died at the same age on October 12, 1982. Pictured are my older sister (brown overalls) and me (sucking thumb) with my paternal grandparents, 1980   "Grandparents are only with us part-time." That was the gist of a late-80s MTS... Continue Reading →

Worship at Home, Not in a Parking Lot – Manitoba isn’t “Attacking Your Religion”

My maternal Baba and Gigi were staunch Jehovah's Witnesses. Every Sunday, they used to attend services - referred to as meetings - at the Kingdom Hall. However, my grandparents developed health and mobility issues, making it difficult to drive into Arborg for meetings. The Kingdom Hall solved the problem. My grandparents were provided with a... Continue Reading →

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