…or How my GPS tried to kill me and feed me to dogs as I took photographs for Rye and Ginger Gentle Reader, Researching and w...

Happy New Year! Regular readers know that my culinary New Year doesn't being on 1 January.  The counters and fridge groan with the the...

Everything old is new again–sort of   It’s easy to talk about the differences between 1916 and 2016 media practice and consumption. Bu...

It’s hard for me to gauge how concerned the average Berliner was with amalgamation and renaming. Whatever stresses they had probably weren...

For almost half a century, we've celebrated the rich and diverse tapestry of people and cultures who've made my area their home...

It’s sometimes a challenge to write about Berlin’s goings-on in a fair manner. The perennial issue, as I mentioned a few months ago, is ...

Late last month, workers in Waterloo unearthed sections of the 200-year-old corduroy road (pictured, above). Early settlers laid logs on...

Last month I wrote about the challenge of addressing my biases when writing Kitchener 1916 Project posts. This month the challenge is wh...

One of the Kitchener 1916 project’s challenges is perspective. I read early 20th-century newspaper articles and try to turn off my ear...

I don’t know when hobbies and interests became aggrandized to “passion projects,” but here we are.  I’ve noodled a new food writ...