Author: Shirley Tye

It was a few days before Christmas 1975, when my brother Ron and I set out on a four-hour auto trip to pick up a car his father-in-law had given as a gift. My brother was noticeably excited about taking … Read more

In the 1970s, I had a wonderful relationship with George — my 1969 Dodge Dart, a two-door hardtop with a slant six engine. George always started easily and never stalled, yet he wasn't the perfect car. He wasn't dressed with … Read more

Although it was early in the growing season, the trees in the garden were dressed in their full summer greens. Most of the flower beds were filled with a variety of interesting plants, and blossoms of vivid colours accented the … Read more

She was dressed in shabby clothes, with a blanket across her lap. Her long thin fingers, rough and red from the winter's cold, clutched a small can filled with pencils. Every work day, this lady, perhaps in her thirties, sat … Read more

A small century-old abandoned church was tucked in a corner of a field, partially surrounded by a barbed-wire fence. There was no road leading to it, no welcoming signs, yet I felt drawn to it. Although its grey metal roof … Read more