tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post223296961816086527..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: A Hot Time in the Old TownDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-42090381267941456532013-04-08T19:33:52.950-06:002013-04-08T19:33:52.950-06:00More excitement than I ever want to see again! :)
...More excitement than I ever want to see again! :)<br />We call the tall individual round graineries on the farms 'silos' here. So fascinating to see the similarities and the differences between our two countries . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-34168670996791642012013-04-08T19:31:10.202-06:002013-04-08T19:31:10.202-06:00Absolutely fascinating! Amazing, isn't it, how...Absolutely fascinating! Amazing, isn't it, how we get the technology of the day to work for us?!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-35446524296131146712013-04-08T10:51:59.949-06:002013-04-08T10:51:59.949-06:00Hah - true!
I was reminiscing with my father abou...Hah - true!<br /><br />I was reminiscing with my father about the emergency phone ring and I stand corrected - it was three long rings. One long ring was to connect you to the operator. If there was an emergency and you called the operator, she could plug in all the lines at once and send the three emergency rings. Or you could just signal an emergency to those on your own line with three rings.<br /><br />Probably way more than you needed to know :)jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-65192052244448034262013-04-08T03:19:24.865-06:002013-04-08T03:19:24.865-06:00A bit of excitement to start your spring with, but...A bit of excitement to start your spring with, but a real shame to lose all that grain. Elevators are called silos here in Australia. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-49368054019918796282013-04-07T13:12:49.716-06:002013-04-07T13:12:49.716-06:00Welcome, SM!
So nice to meet a new face! I do hope...Welcome, SM!<br />So nice to meet a new face! I do hope you'll visit often!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-4544073663936959732013-04-07T13:12:17.636-06:002013-04-07T13:12:17.636-06:00Hmm . . . you're right!
I wonder if we had tha...Hmm . . . you're right!<br />I wonder if we had that emergency measure on our party line? What an effective way to get the word out! Faster, even than Facebook or any of the other electronic communications we have now!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-84154454488212735252013-04-07T13:10:33.165-06:002013-04-07T13:10:33.165-06:00Totally agree, Delores! I've been a close witn...Totally agree, Delores! I've been a close witness to four devastating fires in my life. Definitely enough!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-5393194788436715512013-04-07T13:09:13.025-06:002013-04-07T13:09:13.025-06:00Amazing, isn't it, that we students were expec...Amazing, isn't it, that we students were expected to go back to the school to learn about history from stuffy old text books, when HISTORY was happening two blocks away.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-14285739808934955492013-04-07T11:35:21.031-06:002013-04-07T11:35:21.031-06:00Hi,
Love your post! I am visiting you through No ...Hi,<br /><br />Love your post! I am visiting you through No Ordinary Blog Hop and now following your blog via GFC. <br /><br />This is really a wonderful post. I would love to have you pay a friendly visit to my blog too. You can check my blog here: <a href="javascript:void(0);" rel="nofollow"> Joys Of Life </a> <br /><br />I am also looking to gain news fans and followers and for that I would really appreciate you if you would like and follow me on Facebook and Twitter. Sparkling Momhttp://sparklingmom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-17903309672948952062013-04-07T10:29:49.542-06:002013-04-07T10:29:49.542-06:00First floods, now fire - what do you mean, no exci...First floods, now fire - what do you mean, no excitement in your town?!<br /><br />You've recovered a memory for me ... Dad used to burn a strip of high grass on one side of our property. One year it got away from him for a bit - he and my brother, with the help of hastily called neighbours, frantically tried to stomp, shovel, garden-hose and water-bucket it out, and eventually succeeded, but in the meantime it was a scary thing.<br /><br />Which brings me to another memory! (you've done good work here today!) On the old party line, if there was an emergency, you could just crank one looonnnnng ring on the phone and everyone would pick up to see how they could help. Or to have some good gossip to spread. Not sure which was more common :)jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-49861871465767735932013-04-07T10:20:29.737-06:002013-04-07T10:20:29.737-06:00All that grain...all that hard work....gone in the...All that grain...all that hard work....gone in the blink of an eye. I think a fire is THE most horrific thing I can imagine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-33663658892184126872013-04-07T09:29:01.628-06:002013-04-07T09:29:01.628-06:00I sure do remember that one. I also remember the C...I sure do remember that one. I also remember the Cat and Mouse game with the high school principal as he tried to get all of us truents to school where we belonged. George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.com