Happiness Shortly after we were married, Husby took a job as foreman at a housing plant. Building pre-fabricated homes. He was goo...

Yes. No. The Stringam ranch sprawled out over many, many miles. And took many hands to cover. My Dad w...

Oh sure, they look healthy now . . . Little beggers. It gets very cold in Southern Alberta. Calves need to be vaccinated. And ranc...

Daddy and me. Okay, picture us a few years older. But just as cute . . . I was on a date with my Dad. The best of times. I had b...

Ranching is always an adventure. Sometimes a tad . . .  uncomfortable. But always entertaining. Orphaned calves are cared for in one ...

Ever helpful and concerned. Kids can make eating out such an . . . adventure. It was the early fifties. Mom and Dad were travelling...

I love baseball. Let me rephrase that. I LOVE baseball. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because you get to beat an inanimate somethi...

Not-Quite-Sanctuary. The family ranch in Fort MacLeod. You can't hide things from your parents. Just ask me  . . . I had my ...

Sorrel gelding (male). And yes. I can tell the difference . . . During college, I rode with the LCC Equestrian Team. It was infinite...

Who could fool that face? Actually . . . As a young man, Dad spent his summers working on the ranch. It was these summers that convin...

Chris, Jerry and Dad. Background: The RIVER Eeeeek. Sometimes, in our best efforts to raise and protect our children, we blow it. My ...

Oh, the things you learn from the top rail... It’s spring. Finally. The time of new growth. And baby animals. Farm kids are e...

We did it! Our steed. Sailed the ocean north to Alaska. And survived. Actually, I've discovered that when one goes adventuring on...

Kids . . . It's been thirty-eight years since my Husby and I said "I do." It was eight o'clock in the morning when we...

To my younger brother on his 54th birthday . . . Happy Birthday!  . . .or crying works, too It was an uncharacteristically quiet day...

This post is a bit of a departure for me. I usually don’t like to discuss issues. But something has caught my attention . . . My da...

See? Blonde. My Father-in-Law (hereinafter known as FIL) did not like blondes. And my Mother-in-Law hated beards. These two stateme...