Profile of Marina Gambin

Biography

Born and raised in Branch, but a resident of Placentia since 1966, Mrs. Gambin fits the mold of previous Charter columnists as a retired, primary school teacher of 29 years at St. ...

All articles of Marina Gambin

• Where the Foghorns Wail
  Every outport Newfoundlander is familiar with the term landwash. Although my WordPerfect tells me that there is no such word, I will not insult ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  A few years ago, the use of outdoor clotheslines was banned in some urban areas of Ontario. Although I cannot recall the reason for the ban, I ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  Here, in Placentia, I never know for sure when winter is over. Sure, the calendar shows April and I have put away my winter boots. We are ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  With my computer going out of whack, doctors’ appointments to keep and other interferences, this deadline really crept upon me. Once again, I ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  This story about growing up in Branch in the 1950s has lain in my computer for quite awhile. Right now, with another deadline looming, I sit ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  By definition, a novena is a recitation of prayers and devotions for nine consecutive days, especially to saints asking for their ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  The partridge season, which is truly a Newfoundland rite of passage, kicked in a few weeks ago. Growing up with three brothers, who just loved ...
• Where the foghorns wail
  When I am looking for storylines, the strangest memories pop into my head. Some members of my family and my circle of friends question the fact ...
• Playing Slough, which rhymes with cow
  Where the foghorns wail - Recently, while browsing Facebook, I playfully referred to some childhood pastimes of the 1950s in Branch. I couldn't ...
• The nine-handed initiation game
  Where the foghorns wail - Every now and then, I get a phone call from my brother Terry, in Labrador City, who says "I have another story for ...
• Another everyday hero
  Where the foghorns wail - Forgive me if this column seems similar to the last one, but even in little places like Branch, heroes abound. In the ...
• A hero by any other name
  Where the foghorns wail - Everybody likes to read about champions who are worthy of imitation. With the accessibility of today's modern ...
• Where The Foghorns Wail
  Terry Power, my youngest sibling, who lives and works in Labrador City, is a storyteller, writer and poet in his own right. Because I am 14 years ...
• A tasty childhood memory
  Where the foghorns wail - Writing a column such as this, where I have to submit an article every second week, keeps me thinking constantly about ...
• The April Fool's Day Lambs
  Where the foghorns wail - The approach of April Fool's Day always brings three components to mind, namely, newborn lambs, my uncle Cyril (Sooley) ...
• Those cold March mornings
  Where the foghorns wail - In centrally heated houses, which boast an unlimited number of electrical appliances, there is no way in the world that ...
• Pork chops and snow clearing - Terry's story
  Where the foghorns wail - I feel so lucky to have grown up in Branch in the midst of a storytelling family. Whenever I'm stuck for a topic for ...
• Where the foghorns wail
  Henry John Curtis was well known in the little community of Branch in the 1950s and 60s. He lived in a makeshift house situated, to itself, in ...
• Snowball battles of the 1950s
  Where the foghorns wail - The outport of Branch has always been identified by the areas which make up the whole settlement. Growing up in that ...
• Where the Foghorns Wail
  Recently, on a radio talk show, a caller complained about the fact that Newfoundland fishers are no longer allowed to sell their fish dockside or ...
• The world will end
  I've seen a fair number of New Years come and go, but I particularly recall the 1959-1960 one. That specific year, I was a 12-year-old with an ...
• Memories of my 13th Christmas
  Where the foghorns wail - I remember my thirteenth Christmas. I was in Grade 8 at St. Thomas Aquinas School on the Lower Road of Branch and Leo ...
• The rabbit that wasn't
  Where the foghorns wail - I have saved this story for a time like this when my deadline is looming and I need to come up with a hasty anecdotal ...
• Before Reddy Kilowatt
  Not long ago, I was chatting to an old friend of mine, and in the course of our reminiscing, he made the point that our generation was lucky to ...
• The common laws of right and wrong
  Where the foghorns wail - My husband loves this time of the year because it is rabbit snaring time. Everything about this pastime interests him ...
• Turnips, not pumpkins
  Where the foghorns wail - Given that this article will appear during the last week of October, I feel compelled to offer my readers some sort of ...
• Those weekend compositions
  Where the foghorns wail - I am proud to say that my grade school education was completed in St. Thomas Aquinas School in Branch and it ...
• Shag sweaters, Hail Marys and teenage promises
  Where the foghorns wail - The following is a story which I wrote a few weeks ago for an appearance at the Cape St. Mary's Performance Series. For ...
• Thoughts during Hurricane Bill
  Where the foghorns wail - It is Sunday, August 23, and our province is sitting precariously in the North Atlantic getting ready to be hammered by ...
• Rourke's Bridge and other such locales
  Where the foghorns wail - Not long ago, my sister Cathy and I drove out to look at and reminisce about an important landmark of our youth. ...