20th Anniversary

When you reach a milestone like this in today’s economy, it bears some reflection.

Twenty years ago, I left a nursing career that I loved. I spent most of my adult years looking after people, my family and my patients. I had worked for 18 years in a large teaching hospital and eventually in the community for the Canadian Red Cross. I found it greatly rewarding working with seniors in their homes, learning about their lives and appreciating their histories. I have contributed to my community throughout my life. As a Board member of Hospice Wellington, I helped raise funds to build a hospice in Guelph, which provides compassionate end of life care.

When the time came to start my next chapter, I knew it had to involve service. Churchill’s began as a gift boutique. We packaged our delicate shortbread in exquisite gift boxes. Our belief then and still is, that the Thank You gift is highly underrated.

Express a sentiment

Celebrate an event

Acknowledge someone

Our product is shortbread. Our passion is excellence. Our commitment is great service. That will never change!

Thanks for the memories. I am grateful.

Valentine's Day thoughts

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea.

My love as deep.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

         Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

 

Personally, I think they could have handled the situation better.

Compound Interest

I am occasionally asked what I think about giving the same gift to a client year after year. My answer reflects my personal bias. When a gift is so impressive that the memory of it is all pleasure, I know that the anticipation of having it again is what counts.

I have a childhood memory. My mother waiting excitedly for the Christmas fruit cake in a beautiful tin that my father would receive each and every year from the company he worked for. The cake never changed. The tin always did. After we had enjoyed the cake over the holidays, my mother stored the tin carefully away, bringing it out the following year to fill it with her Christmas baking. She started early and hoped to have it filled with her collection of special family recipes before the time when her friends would stop by for a cup of tea or glass of sherry. I remember being a part of a conspiracy of sisters and brother who "sampled" her frozen treasures, certain she wouldn't miss just one. The tin emptied gradually but surely and she refilled it, never acknowledging our game.

Never underestimate the power of "compound interest"