The work is getting done. Guess who's in charge. Husby is getting older. As am I. He has been at the same organization for over...

Picturesque. And deadly. Branding time was an opportunity to celebrate. The calf crop – the ranch’s major source of income - had most...

Mom lied to her kids. Okay, yes, she had a good reason. And no, it didn’t turn out well. Maybe I should explain . . . On the Stri...

Mom (seated in the light-coloured dress) And her parents. And her eight brothers... My Mom had eight brothers. And each of them had ...

Daddy and Me. And George. I'm the one with the curlers in her hair . . . I like dogs. If I had to state a preference, I would...

Mom, George, Chris, Jerry, Dad and me. Not picuted: The clothesline. Climbing was my thing. Ask anyone. My climbing ability was leg...

Notice the trees. Please. When I was fourteen, Dad decided to combine the best of all worlds. He sold the old family ranch twenty mi...

A poem. Because it's been . . . you know . . . hours since my last one! My Sister. She only looks tough. In youth, I was a dari...

My older sister and me. Oh, and George. And part of Dad And a little bit of Jerry and Blair. The food had been, as per Mom’s usual sta...

C'mon. Give us a snuggle. Porcupines. Not so cute and cuddly any more. Or ever. Maybe I should explain . . . On a ranch, ...

Okay, it was scary. But it turned out all right . . . Our family have always been swimmers. Our children are introduced to the water...

Grandpa: George Lewis Stringam Throughout his life, my Grandpa Stringam, a rancher, politician, husband, father and friend, was know...

Dad was making a trip into town to see Mr. Hovan. His insurance agent. My brother, George, and I fought over who would be the first in...

Quick! Take a picture! In Southern Alberta, in the sixties, the country roads were more a suggestion than an actual fact. Sketchy at...