tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post410803764331992153..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Back ThenDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-31022552456622307262013-10-19T21:23:36.850-06:002013-10-19T21:23:36.850-06:00Thanks so much, Chris! If I can help someone recon...Thanks so much, Chris! If I can help someone reconnect with their memories, I'm happy!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-45186733610054047582013-10-19T10:14:56.613-06:002013-10-19T10:14:56.613-06:00Diane, you brought back some great memories of Mil...Diane, you brought back some great memories of Milk River! It was like I was living there all over again! I love reading everyone's comments in this thread. Diane, you have inspired us all!<br />Love,<br />ChrisChristine Tillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745380868121217066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-6636377665804838912013-10-16T19:30:42.295-06:002013-10-16T19:30:42.295-06:00And not for the better in so many ways!And not for the better in so many ways!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-25590310776315683492013-10-16T11:49:28.857-06:002013-10-16T11:49:28.857-06:00I grew up with less freedom than you had, but way ...I grew up with less freedom than you had, but way more than my own kids had. The Trans-Canada Highway went through our village and right past our door when I was 10, so there was a lot of traffic from far away constantly streaming past. I stuck pretty close to home and we learned to lock our doors. I live in a small town now and we've had some of the crimes of larger centres right here. We kept a pretty close eye on our kids when they were younger. The times, they have changed. jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-44535948176357040482013-10-16T07:57:27.545-06:002013-10-16T07:57:27.545-06:00Sad.Sad.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-50373861353222863142013-10-16T07:56:53.093-06:002013-10-16T07:56:53.093-06:00Precious, priceless memories! And you're right...Precious, priceless memories! And you're right. There's nothing good on . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-10195501780311257712013-10-16T07:55:12.525-06:002013-10-16T07:55:12.525-06:00Freedom. That says it all!Freedom. That says it all!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-78270604112970863732013-10-16T07:54:46.730-06:002013-10-16T07:54:46.730-06:00A nickel! I was robbed!A nickel! I was robbed!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-50981748310445397842013-10-16T07:13:03.455-06:002013-10-16T07:13:03.455-06:00"Before crime was invented", I never fea..."Before crime was invented", I never feared. Drugs and guns changed everything.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-65868462160737628712013-10-15T23:50:28.189-06:002013-10-15T23:50:28.189-06:00Ah, the good old days. I remember times when doors...Ah, the good old days. I remember times when doors were never locked, being alone in the house because dad was at work already, getting myself off to school and home again to drop off my school bag, then go anywhere I wanted until the sun began going down, then I'd head home again. <br />Funny to think that these days there are so many TV channels, yet there is still nothing on worth watching most days. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52260528488887728502013-10-15T19:32:11.773-06:002013-10-15T19:32:11.773-06:00I remember walking a mile to and from school by my...I remember walking a mile to and from school by myself or with a small group of kids...no fear of being snatched...after all, who wanted another mouth to feed? Summers running wild outside all the long lovely day...somehow my stomach knew when it was lunchtime and dinner time. I remember freedom...freedom to run wild, freedom to create, to dream. Kids are missing so much these days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-67779949906864052932013-10-15T15:37:50.028-06:002013-10-15T15:37:50.028-06:00Since I was even before that time, the same kinds ...Since I was even before that time, the same kinds of memories from our small neighborhood, or visiting the very ethnic German neighborhood of my grandmother. But, our Hershey bars were a nickle. Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.com