I began this year by looking back, way back. On my hunt to find a western novel I had written in my early 20s, I found my old Reflections Duotang from grade ten and a project I had written on witchcraft in grade 7 (1979-1980). In the coming months, I’ll share my old reflections on the blog, but today, I wish to share my project (complete with footnotes and bibliography): Witchcraft. This is word for word, just as I had written it when I was twelve years old in my first year in junior high. My mark was 18/20.
About twenty-five years ago Penhorn Mall in Dartmouth was a hopping place with many unique stores. I loved shopping there: park once, walk a spacious mall with no stairs or escalators, be protected from the weather and pick up everything from groceries and alcohol to boots and tires. Woolco was on one end, Sears on the other and Sobeys was stuck midway. For a mall, I found it very relaxing even on Christmas Eve. Sure it was busy, but the people who shopped there were the neighbourhood-kind of people.