In your hands
Steven Larocque Speaker Editor There’s still a bit of wisdom to be found in the pages of The Speaker.Maybe you won’t find it in this space right here right now, but we can point to it.Longtime columnist Bud Colquhoun is a very smart and spry octogenarian with a great memory for Northern
The germ of an idea
Building on natural resources
In late May there was a roundtable discussion in Timmins.It included representatives of the mining and forestry sectors, Aboriginal businesses, politicians and members of the business community at large.They discussed developing a strategy to make sure the next government, whoever it may be, takes “bold action” on the economy in
As the harvesting begins
By Darlene Wroe Speaker Reporter Gardens were a way of life for us when we were growing up.The years revolved around the ordering of seeds, the tilling of the gardens, the planting of seeds, the thinning and weeding, the harvesting, the preparation of vegetables, the pickling and preserving, the storage and the
Editorial cartoon May 23, 2018
A disappearing way of life
The news that the Canadian Imperial Bank of Canada (CIBC) plans to close its Englehart branch in November generated many emotions.Unfortunately, those who have been watching the trends of large institutions and corporations would not have felt the emotion of surprise upon hearing the news.But consternation is a justified response
Wrong place, right time
by Steven LarocqueI’ve written in this space before about my bad memory and a marked handicap when it comes to recognizing and remembering faces.One way to combat the lapses is to write things down and I recently had a perfect illustration of why I should do that more often.Two weeks
Happy holiday time!
A right, a duty
“Pity the voters of Ontario…. The options before them are abysmal.”So said a column by Marcus Gee in The Globe and Mail online on May 8 as the Ontario provincial election officially began its first week of campaigning.It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t
Going undercover
by Diane JohnstonThat last gasp of winter caught me flat-footed… or, to be more precise, bootless and shovel-less.I’d packed away that winter gear and was preparing to dig out the warm-weather clothes.Headed for seasonal storage was a heavy quilt.It’s one of my favourites. A high school graduation gift, it was