Arlene Stafford-Wilson Quotes

#1. When autumn gusts blew in from the Rideau Lakes, parched brown leaves swirled and scattered around the sides of the neglected building, forming mounds like grave-markers, for ghosts of the past, who lingered on the dust-covered dance floor.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#2. Take it from this Lanark County kid - you won't find any better, more flavourful syrup, than from the Maple Syrup Capital of Ontario

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#3. Looking around, from near the top of Foley Mountain, it was easy to imagine why the early settlers decided to make their home in Westport.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#4. The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet of soft green, and the skies above our house were filled with choruses of birdsong once again.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#5. Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,
And imprint forever upon our hearts
That this is home
and that we are loved.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#6. I will always remember that year in Almonte, and how their sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the Mississippi seemed to rush along a little quicker through their town.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#7. Hershey was a source of pride for the townspeople of Smiths Falls, and was the instrument that put food on many tables.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#8. It wasn't until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about the ghosts that haunted their halls at night.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#9. We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering the bright, warm kitchen. We are home again.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#10. Some things were done a certain way and they had been done that same way for ages. Most of the time it was a good thing, a reliable thing, and we grew up being able to count on life being very predictable and very dependable.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#11. The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#12. We had some memorable times, on those long, hot summer nights, along the shores of the mighty Rideau; but we were by no means the first to do so.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson