In the time leading up to Remembrance Day, I think often of my grandfather, William John Smith. He left Ireland for Canada. He went to Winnipeg because he had three sisters there. He joined the militia. After WWI began, he joined the regular army and went to France to fight for Britain.
He was a crack shot. The army made him a sniper and a machine gunner. He was so accurate that on a
The Weekend Carpenter
I built a woodshed last weekend. It looks like something from the Beverly Hillbillies. My only defense is that there is now has a wood stove and it needs dry wood. Wet wood doesn
