Del Bonita. Home of the Jones family. The Stringam Ranch was situated on the Alberta/Montana border, midway between the town-opolis o...

Husby and our Middle Son, Duffy. Spinning music. Every weekend for over twenty years, Mikey’s Music Machine entertained groups of famil...

Everybody repeat after me: Mmmmmmm! I was kicked out of a restaurant. Once. Oh, not literally. It was more a politely-worded, “Would you...

What did you do during Spare? Spare. The best part of the school day. The period when one catches  up on things. Gossip. Flirting. Sleep...

Dad was attending school in Glenwood Alberta. Sixth grade. The school building had been constructed when there were far less students. Every...

'The Beanster'. And a friend. We had a good friend, Peter. Whose parents, when he was small, called him Petey-Pie. He thought t...

Read the first Chapter! My second 'traditional' novel has been announced! Kris Kringle's Magic, from Cedar Fort Publishing,...

The scene of the crime University of Guelph Notice the tower in the back. That's all. Just notice it . . . I don’t want you to get...

'Slithery-Dee' With grandchildren Our family was camping. With our good friends, the Boyd family. Something we have done every ...

Yes No The Stringam ranch sprawled out over many, many miles. And took many hands to cover. My Dad was twelve. He had happily ...

Mom January 6, 1924 to April 9, 2002 My Mom was raised on a ranch in Southern Alberta. Near Brooks. She was the only daughter of Ellen ...

Caution: Disgusting nose action Markie: He of the cute little nose . . . I'm a good mother. I am. Or I thought I was. It was a norma...

Happiness Shortly after we were married, Grant took a job as foreman at a housing plant. Where they built pre-fabricated homes. He was g...

There are angels around us. And they appear in the unlikeliest places. When they are most needed . . . Our family had fallen on hard times. ...

How do you relax after dinner? Okay, I admit it. Our family is weird. We like theatrics. And things medieval. Case in point: My husband ...

One of the 4-H'ers. With calf. The 4-H'er is holding the halter. It's the calf who's wearing it. Just FYI. The Milk Riv...

Oh, please! Not that song again! I grew up on a large old Southern Alberta ranch. Among cattle, horses and hired men. I loved it. I spen...

My Dad was born 87 years ago today. This post is for him . . . Daddy, Me and an interloper my brother, George Dad and Mom had decided t...