I'm glad that my parents (Norman & Marilyn (Henderson ) MacIntyre) decided to make Prince Township their home for 18 years as they raised their five children - Wendy, Janice, Heather, Patti-Lynn and Norm. I am grateful for every memory and friendship I've encountered, for you see, the people of Prince are most precious and dear to me. Listed below are a few highlights I've reflected upon:

Prince Township School

Mr. Rodgers kept Martin Reesor and myself (approximately 8 years old) after school for detention, as we were pushing each other out of line at the water fountain; however, I had a birthday party to attend, so I got off early.

Mrs. McDonald had a wonderful soprano voice. She gave me her hard covered sing-a-long music book after my dog had chewed hers up (my mother had to replace it with a new one).

Miss Neal brought flannel adventure stories of Scripture to live into the classroom. Her gentle manner and commitment was a blessing to many!

Mr. Barker brought his guitar to school and taught us the lyrics to " The Big Rock Candy Mountain "

Gros Cap and Prince Schools amalgamated. (I had a crush on that Bonenfant boy, so I masking taped his name to the back of my timex watch and I eventually married him ).

Wading in the creek, climbing the mountains, and growing up with special friends.

Other happenings:

Going to Sunday School with the Tucker family

Grade School parties held at our house had my mother labeled as the Prince Township Taxi Service. She chaperoned us, fed us, and drove almost everybody home. (Thanks Mom! )

Katie and “Chummy Boy” Running, the Daynards, the Tuckers, the Vosses, the Ironsides, the Burches and the Gormans were super neighbours

Gioventu's General Store on Base Line, and Doughty General Store in Gros Cap

Oakwood Inn was just a beach to swim at (there wasn't a building)

Monique had the ability to make you feel special and important

Delphine’s coffee pot was always full, and the door was always open to teens

kitty-can was a great winter sport, as well as snowmachining with toboggans roped on behind. (Thanks Dad!)

Christmas caroling door to door (dressed Heather as our skinny Santa )

struggling to say good-bye to the Gorman boys, Bert Chevrier, Cathy Springbett and Carla Daigle

making apple jelly with my Grandmother Hannah (till the pot sprung a leak)

learning about standing true to myself, and to God

the importance of singing and laughter

helping people without getting something in return (the way it should be)

praying for people

appreciating the view from Mount Baldy

having the opportunity to have good friends to share life with.

knowing the truth in the simple expressions of a smile and a chuckle.

Harold Daigle once said "My Mother told me I'd have days like this, she just didn't tell me how many! (I remember him saying this as he swung from the passenger side door of a moving vehicle, because it would not shut properly )

Grateful for Gods' blessings as Glen and I were able to raise our children, Brandi-Lynn and Blake, in the Prince Township Community - where handshakes are sincere, neighbours are helpful, and character and integrity still speak very loudly.

The people and place of Prince Township will always bring a smile to my heart. You helped me to grow up - within the arms of encouragement and accountability. It's a place

I call home. (Thank You!)