I remember having Thanksgiving dinner with my grandparents at their cottage in Bobcaygeon, Ontario. I remember the autumn leaves falling into the lake. I remember a cool wind blowing across my cheeks and I remember it feeling refreshing.
I wasn’t … Read the rest
Beatrice Bee saw a cottage that sat on Sturgeon Lake in Bobcaygeon, Ontario. She saw that the kitchen window was open. She flew into the kitchen.
“Something smells so good,” said Beatrice. “It smells like chocolate cake.”
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Fishing kid is a character I created in 2005 as part of my Canadian Family stories. I traveled through New Brunswick which is where I have Fishing kid based. Even though I have never actually seen a large fishing boat … Read the rest
I remember my sister and I going ice-skating in Bobcaygeon, Ontario at my Grandpa and Grandma’s cottage. I think I would have been about 7 or 8 years old and my sister would have been about 5 years old. I … Read the rest
Arrow and Cutie were sitting on the window ledge watching Mommy and Daddy.
“Mommy and Daddy are acting pretty strange tonight,” said Arrow to Cutie. “I think something big is happening.”
“Really,” said Cutie, shaking her tail in excitement. “Like … Read the rest
Caveman Jack is a character I created in honour of my Grandfather, Jack Williamson. Cavemen were the first humans to do a lot of things like hunt, fish and create tools. To me, my Grandfather was the first to teach … Read the rest
I remember going to my Grandparents cottage, in Bobcaygeon, Ontario, as a child. Many times we spent the night there. I will always remember the nice clean, big fluffy pillows and the thing I remember the most is the big … Read the rest
As I child, I remember spending a lot of time at my Grandparents cottage in Bobcaygeon, Ontario. Bobcaygeon is a small little village just around the Lindsay area. Bobcaygeon is mainly known for its cottages. My grandparents had a cottage … Read the rest
Sally Bronson lived in a little cottage with her parents in Bobcaygeon, Ontario. It was a beautiful June morning.
“Sally,” said her Father, sitting at the breakfast table. “What are you going to do today?”
“Nothing much,” said Sally.
“Well … Read the rest