Articles by 'Charles MacLean Cochand'
They had come home, well some of them had.
Jean was 16 now, almost dix sept. He could remember all the parades and the flags...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
Ian woke with a start!
There were strange noises and it was cold, very, very cold and crisp. He peeked out from under...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
Ian Aldous MacLean was born in England, on Dec 2nd 1918, just outside London. His father was Lt. Col. Charles. . .
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
It was a far cry from the elegant Edwardian rooms of Fulford Place, Brockville’s finest mansion, but it fits in with the question: “Where do Wet-Bobs go in winter?”
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
In the midst of winter, it is certainly fun to think of the glorious ‘tea party’ hosted for the grand children and great...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
Imagine the scene, just like the poem,
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and ‘you know who’ had been very busy up there...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
It has been a roller-coaster since I first saw Kim Lunmen’s June 2011 article Fulford Yacht's Historical Homecomin...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
It has been our great pleasure to review Ian Coristine’s newest book for the iPad, One in a Thousand. It is an exciting ...
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
It was love at first sight. They were married July 28th, 1908 on the Magedoma,
by: Charles MacLean Cochand
