As the evening began . . . Sixty-two pies! Sixty two. And they ate all but twenty . . . Left-overs anyone?! As it ended . . . An...

It's Pie night! 32 done and 20 more to go.  Eating starts at 6! Grab a fork and join us! So, a repost of parties past - by reques...

On the street where we lived... The tricycle in the background sits on Penny's drive. I asked my youngest daughter what was her fav...

Navigate this! (Taken from Blarney Castle. Just after I kissed the famous stone.) In Canada, we have The Dominion Land Survey.  And...

Perfect for each other. My Mom had been raised on a ranch. She knew cattle and could speak the language with anyone. But there were tim...

The afternoon sun spilled through the living room window like golden honey. Making the air glow and creating a cozy pool of warm delici...

Chris. Taste is everything . . . My parents were travelling and had made a stop in a small town for lunch. At a tiny hotel restaurant. ...

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...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

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 ...

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