By Iris Winston I think of my father often, especially when I hear any of his favourite songs on the radio. Such songs as Don’t Fence Me In, The Quarter Master’s Stores (pristine version), She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain or It’s a Long Way to Tipperary. Eclectic to say the least, but every one reminds me of...
Now and Then by Iris Winston Thinking was not part of the job description and was definitely frowned upon by my supervisor. The job in question, undertaken one summer break during my high school years, was in a margarine factory. My assignment was to stand alongside other workers and lift four packages of margarine as they passed along...
