This post is a little overdue. In the Spring 2018 Issue of The Canadian Military Family Magazine, my article was featured in the “Guest Avid Reader” column. For those wanting to read the article here, here is the reprint (with author’s permission, ie, mine!) of PART 1 (Inspiration for writing the book Camp Follower One … More Inspiration Part 1
Most base brats of my time can easily relate to the stories in my book Camp Follower One Army Brat’s Story, and I have appreciated the enthusiastic reviews. I would like now to share, especially with my fellow brats, the following review from a non-brat; I hope it touches you the same way it touched … More Camp Follower : Stories to Share with “Civvies”
Who goes to high school reunions? My high school reunions take place every 5 years, in Petawawa, Ontario. Our high school building is gone now, replaced by a military community store. They kept a little memorial corner about the school, which I cuddled into, in the picture here. It’s somewhat shocking, the first visit back … More High School Reunions
I’m a Camp Follower. I’m a base brat because my father joined the army. This beautiful illustration by artist Nathan Caro Frechette, can be found, with other wonderful pictures, in my book : “Camp Follower One Army Brat’s Story” by Michele Sabad.
This is a story for my ongoing series of life as a “Camp Follower” ie, growing up as a base brat first then military wife later. As usual, these are true stories, save for some name changes and embellishments for poor memory! Sunday morning Leicester Square, CFB Winnipeg May 1985 My husband and I usually … More Baseball Game
I’m not too old yet, back then, and lucky enough, although I didn’t appreciate it then, to not really look my age. I look younger than 23, and even with 3 years of University behind me, and with 2 years before that of working full-time on and off as a swim instructor/lifeguard, and throughout the … More From There, to Here, to Now, from Then
“It Wasn’t Me”, or How She Learned … Nicole couldn’t decide if her boss was joking or not. She smiled awkwardly, and asked, “Really, Wilson? You think there are people who would spy on your computer screen through the window? From there?” “There” was the boulevard outside, not busy except at rush hour, then … More Ottawa Public Servants
Stevie Szabad, Author 