North End community correspondent
Freda Glow is a community correspondent for the North End.
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Feb. 3 was an anniversary of sorts. It’s now five years that I’ve been associated with The Times, published by Canstar Community News. Once a month without fail, my byline has appeared in this community paper, which covers the local news of West Kildonan, the Maples, Garden City, the North End and Tyndall Park.
I had lost my husband to dementia six months before I was hired and this correspondent was not in a good mental place. Having to pull myself together in order to meet deadlines proved beneficial. Travelling to interview people, listening to the stories and life challenges overcome by others, and the friendships made along the way, have been inspiring.
I feel that I’m not alone anymore and I’ve a reason to get up in the morning.
People are depending on me to write their stories and be informed — and perhaps be entertained. It gives me much pleasure to share the many anecdotes I collect as I travel around the city’s North End.
At seven years old, an odour triggered an early memory.
I had just returned from the hospital where I was quarantined for two weeks. There was a carriage sitting in the front hall of our residence on Stella Avenue. Inside was my newborn baby sister and I was thrilled.
It was then that I noticed the strong smell of the hood’s plastic material. A picture flashed before my eyes. I was lying on my back in the same carriage looking up at people staring in at me. I was perhaps 10 months old.
Just then my mother noticed and hollered at me to move away from the carriage. I would give the baby germs, she declared.
I can’t wait for this to be over. The COVID-19 pandemic news seems to be getting better but still I isolate, keep two metres distance and gasp under my mask.
It’s hard to breathe under that cotton, homemade thing I picked up. I haven’t been able to visit my friends at an assisted living residence in the North End and my community centre, where I spend a lot of my time, is shuttered.
My girlfriend is afraid to leave her house because her son has severe asthma and his immune system is compromised. She wants to protect him.
So I walk alone and duck off the sidewalk when I see someone coming. I feel like a pariah when they give me those baleful looks. Where are all the smiling hellos I used to get?