Dad has been story-telling. Surely the best of times . . . College Boy. Christmas, 1946.  Our newly-minted college boy was bac...

Happy world Nutella day! I love Nutella. For many reasons. This is the main one . . . Sometimes, miracles are tasty! Two years a...

What we wanted. What we got. Debbie and I had spent the morning dreaming about the big ‘B’. Boys. All of whom were fas...

Dad (Right) and one of his classmates, Grant. Oh, and their dates for the Little Royal. You probably can't see it, but they are stan...

Some of the grandkids were over for the weekend. This is what Connie Francis would be singing in this situation . . . (To the tune of ...

My Daddy and me My Dad and I had a trick. Something that only Daddy and I could do. It was my favourite thing in the world. Let ...

My daughter and son-in-law were sitting at the breakfast table. Over delicious French toast, they were discussing their grocery list. Th...

I come from a long line of ‘workers’. The enthusiastically employed , I’ll call them. People who believed in hard work and industry...

Husby getting into character for 'Arsenic and Old Lace'. Husby has a scar on his chin. A long scar from a large wound. A ...

The Depression gave us many sad stories. But there are also stories of service and sacrifice that are truly inspiring . . . My Grampa...

These are truths I’ve come to know As through Life I’ve chanced to go. A better time you will have too. If, from these facts, you d...

Okay, they look a little funny, but we love them. A couple of years ago, our youngest daughter and her daughter moved back to Edmonton ...

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...