On the Alberta/Montana Border
Saturday, March 8, 2014

Whisky Specimen

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Okay. This story is about urine specimens. Ick. Those who are faint of heart or easily queasy, stop now. Stop. I told you to stop. You...
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Friday, March 7, 2014

Well Fed and Organized

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Mr. Organized Dad was a veterinarian. The only one for several counties. Well . . . If you didn't count Dr. Brewster, the animal in...
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Thursday, March 6, 2014

First Rule of Acquisition

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And into the next generation . . . Husby is a book lover. Always has been. I am, too, but not to his extent. I remember, in our l...
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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Telltale Hands

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Hands tell everything. I was sitting in Church beside my dad and comparing my hand to his. Mine were small, white and smooth. Unm...
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Common Trough

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Dad at College. My Dad attended college in Guelph, Ontario. Training to be a veterinarian. His schooling there was fascinating. H...
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Monday, March 3, 2014

It Really Blows

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Okay. Picture them a little more tousled and windblown . . . The wind blows in Southern Alberta. And I don't mean blows in the m...
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Sunday, March 2, 2014

On a Dark and Quiet Night...

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Debbie. Mischief, mayhem and entertainment in one package. In college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with three other girls. ...
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Death's Academy

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On occasion, when I find a great book, I review it here on my blog. Well, it happened. This is one I'm passing on to all of my grandkid...
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Saturday, March 1, 2014

My Grandpa Stringam

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My Grandpa as I remember him. With Chris and Jerry.  My Grandpa Stringam was born in 1876, in Holden Utah. He ranched there with his ...
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Friday, February 28, 2014

A Royal Welcome

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Go on. Give it a pull! Life on a ranch is glorious. Open, endless vistas. Fresh air. Time with you family. And endless hours ...
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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Baby, It's Cold Inside

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Okay, I'm still in a poetry mind set . . .   From this spell of cold and  damp , The germs in close formation, tramp, On my res...
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Speaking Canadian

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Buddies. Eh? I knew what he was saying. He knew what he was saying. Too bad they weren’t the same thing . . . When I was little, ...
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

My Hiding Place

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See? Really old! And mysterious! On the Stringam ranch, we had an old garage. Really old. Grampa Stringam old. It was long and si...
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Monday, February 24, 2014

Ranching Country Entertainment

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From the ashes . . . . . . rise the new and improved. Ranch families know how to have fun. And it usually involves dancing. Let me...
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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Old. And Counting

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A poem. Because it's Sunday. And Dad's been telling stories again . . . Daddy. Eighty eight and still counting . . . Great ...
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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Neighbours

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Supplier of kindliness. And food. The Stringam ranch was a large spread situated some twenty miles from the town of Milk River, Alberta...
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