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When The Swallows Return

By Michael McGrath The blackbirds are back. I saw them first thing this morning in the back yard pecking away at lord knows what. The Ravens never leave. They are always there in the background. I admire them for their stealth and cunning. They are true survivors and can be seen in the treetops about […]

I Grew Up On The Wrong Side Of The Tracks

I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in Iroquois Falls during the 1950s. Actually, it has been a running gag over the years between me and my friends that in fact we were fortunate to have been raised in Ansonville and Montrock. Iroquois falls proper back then was supposedly the right side […]

Granny Dunn’s Swing

By Michael McGrath – January 2010 In the mid 1950s, when I was just a bit of a lad, I passed many a day on the family swing. Few households in Iroquois Falls back then had the luxury of a full fledged swing. Sure, there were all sorts of basic examples of the swing hanging […]

The Voice In The Hall

by Mike McGrath (C) 1985     A voice in the hall said it was three in the morning and he marveled to himself  at his wide awake state. It probably had something to do with the music blaring top 40 hits next door and of course the company he didn’t keep in the hall.     […]

Train Of Thought

When we stopped with a clunk he got on in New Liskeard,He was tall, a bit plump and walked awkwardly up the aisle.It could be he was a farm boy with his blond hair and freckled face.His look was a bit out of sync as though someone else had dressed him.He hid his eyes under […]

Mama After Her Night In San Pedro de Marcoris

By Michael McGrath – 1986 Mama, as the locals called her, was a big busted Quebecois woman with a head piled high with blonde hair. Here in Juan Dolio she was popular with all the boys. The women were less generous in her regard and showed signs of mild disgust in asides here and there […]

The Piano

By Tessie Ruddy 2008 I grew up in a small “paper” town in Northern Ontario during the great depression, as they called it. Strange in way for us because although things were tight we never felt depressed. We didn’t have much in the way of marvellous furniture or possessions, but we had some marvellous times. […]

Emmy Has Gone Home

Eulogy For Emily McGrath by Michael McGrath May 28, 2007Read At Her Funeral by Michael McGrath and John Elliott Thank you all for being here today in honour of Emmy. The family wants to thank Doctor Lupien and many nurses for the wonderful care they gave mom over the many months that she was sick. […]

On The Outside Of Town

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by Michael McGrath (To the memory of Aurele, a kind and gentle man who hired me one summer when the papermill was on strike so that I could make enough money to attend college and study journalism.) He drove the black Volvo over to the side of the snow bank and as close as he […]

Terau And Debarge

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by Michael McGrath I could smell the grass and earth beneath me. Crickets clicked in a concert all around and the sound of town hummed in the background. In the tall yellow grass in my backyard I could hide from the entire world. If a friend were around we could play war games. In hide […]

The Natives Are Restless

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THE NATIVES ARE RESTLESS By Michael.McGrath 9:54 PM 12/18/2001 – San Andres Island, Colombia The All Inclusive Hotel Resort I won’t pretend to try to make a lot of sense out of any of this. I am not surprised to be laying back in bed, a little weak after a bout of tourista after one […]

The Voice In The Hall

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by Mike McGrath (C) 1995 A voice in the hall said it was three in the morning and he marveled to himself at his wide awake state. It probably had something to do with the music blaring top 40 hits next door and of course the company he didn’t keep in the hall. Howard Munroe […]

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