Ken Weber

By the 1880s, poor sanitation had been identified as a major cause of disease and governments were taking action. Here in the hills, newly established health boards had a lot of catching up to do.

In the Rafters at S.S. #15, Pile-up at Fraxa Junction, Foley’s Dozen, A Game of Rummoli, Running For Lunch and an In The Hills Mini Mystery by Ken Weber The…

Christmas was once a simple season of carolling and school concerts, of neighbourly greetings and family visits, of tinkling bells and sleigh rides in gently falling snow, all blessedly free of commercial pressure. Well, maybe.

Indoor/Outdoor Learning at Local Schools; What Day Is It? Measuring from A to M; Brooke’s Scary Ride.

Before there were boards and commissions and tribunals and official plans, and before there were consultants and mission statements and surveys and regulations and codes, the local municipal council handled almost everything. And fast.

Ken Weber’s regular feature, including Six More Buttons Needed! Chuck’s Bus. Silas Renarm. What Am I? Primrose Reunion. And the Almost Perfect Armoured Car Heist.

In the 1880s, prohibitionists took the fight for liquor control to the voting booths of the nation. In the hills, choosing “wet” or “dry” became such a hot button that neighbours and whole communities were pulled in different directions.

Ken Weber’s regular feature, including Orville’s Albion Octagon, Collector Coins at Rosemont, Adrian’s Leg Count, What am I?, The Case of the Stolen Documents and You’ve Got Ten Seconds!

When it came into service in 1867, built on land donated by the Village of Brampton, Peel County jail was a grim edifice modelled on England’s notorious Newgate Prison.

The Colbeck Hiddenhorns, The Case of the Kid and the Blue Pickup, On a Hill Near Hillsburgh and Who Was in Charge?

The Women’s Institute has been called the most effective women’s organization ever – with good reason. For over a century, the WI has been welcoming, educating, challenging, improving, supporting and “getting things done.”

In the early spring of 1967, the Stanley Cup playoffs…held the attention of hockey fans everywhere in these hills. Except in Bolton.