Yep. Mine! Grant didn't have a chance. Really. Maybe I should explain . . . My Dad sold the Stringam Ranch in Milk River a...

You call it graffiti. I call it family history! First, a little background . . . I have to admit that I think it’s cute when kids w...

The proper wearing of the dress. As seen here . . . Our (then) five children had a problem. All of them. Chicken pox. Every lit...

Milk River Elementary. My home away from home. The Milk River Elementary School, house of learning to some two hundred children, was ...

Okay. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention! A few days ago, I wrote an article about my FIL and his 'Parentisms...

A normal Northern Alberta winter. In Southern Alberta, in winter, we get snow. I’m sure that doesn’t come as a surprise to many of ...

Moral Booster Extraordinaire For most of his career, my Husby was privileged to work for the Culture department of our province. He...

Ready to head to town! The Stringam Ranch was twenty miles from the Town of Milk River. For the first twelve miles out of town, you...

I know, I know. Who'd of thought . . . Girls raised on a ranch, doing 'ranch stuff' alongside the men, are often mistaken...

Picture him in 'pinkle' Families with children are inevitably the recipients of bags of kindly donated clothing. Familie...

Mom. My gardening hero. In the spring, a young man’s fancy turns to romance. A young woman’s fancy turns to gardening. That’s my ...

You see food. We see . . . Yesterday’s blog reminded my Husby of something. If you haven’t read that post yet, you can do it here ....

Epicentre of church politics in the 60s I've been reading about the politics being played out in some organizations in the modern...

I just realized that I forgot to post the name of my wonderful, stupendous, fantastic winner! Congratulations to Kris  of  A TECH'S ...

You can't do this standing at the back . . . In Milk River, in Southern Alberta, Basketball was the reigning sport. All of the ...

 . . .or crying works, too It was an uncharacteristically quiet day in the Stringam household. The older kids were at school. Dad...

Okay. YOU figure out who's who . . . My Husby has four brothers. All of which look/sound a lot alike. Our oldest son, Mark wa...

Two sweet faces Occasionally, Moms make mistakes. I just want to get that out there. They do. Not often. But occasionally. ...