Grandma was babysitting. Cousins, the two-year-old (H) and the three-year-old (B) had been playing in the front room. Occasional outbur...

Husby and I've been on a camping trip with ten young women. It's been wonderful And tiring. Today, a guest post by little broth...

My Husby and I were leaving for ‘town’. Living where we were at the time, on a farm between Fort Macleod and Lethbridge, said trip, ...

Okay, I'm not sure, but I think this is what it looked like . . . Dad had a new toy. A small musical instrument called a ‘mu...

It was my first exposure to 'small town politics'. Not a pleasant experience. And I'll never forget it . . . When ...

Let's run through this again . . . I'm a people-pleaser. Or try to be. Call it a weakness. But I've always had this ...

The source of all that was delicious. Mom was in the kitchen. Baking. My favourite thing. I was in my usual spot. O n the cupbo...

For farm use only . . . For kids who had been raised on the farm, moving to the big town was a big step. They handled it well. The...

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

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

Canada Day. For those of us who think Canada is the greatest little corner of the earth, a time to reflect on our blessings. And so, a r...

See? Behind my dad? Entertainment in a box! My brother recently blogged about the fun/mishaps of people ‘rubbering in’ on the party ph...

Okay. Yes. This is our preferred mode of travel. I invented the paving machine. And I did it with the power of my mind. It was magi...

How peaceful it all looks. So deceptive . . . The 'tree field' on the ranch was just that. A field. With trees. Distingu...