Back when kids had it all. It was my day to help out in one of my grandsons’ classes. A few hours spent with a group of 6-year-olds. ...

For a few glorious months I exercised horses at the racetrack. It was a perk to dating a young man whose uncle kept a string of racers....

Our good friend, Shirley, was having a wonderful visit with family. She and her granddaughters had played games. Shopped. Explored....

Dad and I were on our way into the big city. Just the two of us. Something that happened all too rarely. We had been chatting happi...

Home economics for girls and shop class for boys. The 1960s pigeonhole view of the world. In Milk River, where I grew up, it was a tr...

April. Time to think about finals. Ugh. Dad's class. In April, 1947, the veterinarian students at the Ontario Veterinary Coll...

It’s looking like spring here in Edmonton. I don’t want to say that too loudly, just in case the powers-that-be are listening . . . But...

It was supposed to be: A) Easy. B) Efficient. C) Convenient. It was: D) None of the above. Maybe you’d like to hear about it ...

Excuse me, Sir . . . Census. That process, every few years, when the Government gets to perform ‘roll call’. So to speak. In 198...

It hadn’t been a good day. For the normally organized and industrious mother of the family, a frustrating and unproductive day. Impatie...

It's my Dad's 90th birthday today! We're off to celebrate. But first, a memory from eighty years ago exactly . . . ...

My granddaughter (hereinafter known as Little One, or LO, for short) has the occasional use of her mother’s Ipad. On long trips or w...

Oh, the treasures one can discover on a ranch first settled by a Colonel from the Boer War . . . The Stringam ranch lies in a crook of ...

Don't let the boy-scout outfit fool you. By request: The further adventures of Uncle and Nephew . . . Influencing the young and i...

Cookie Monsters Cookies.  The ultimate in snack foods.  That perfect balance of sugars, grains, fats, and deliciousness. And the most u...

I like to swim. It’s the one exercise during which nothing hurts. And at my age, that’s an enormous plus. I don’t go as often as ...

Farm kids have all the fun. Except when they don’t. Maybe I should explain. In my day, hay on the farm was cut by machine. Bound in...

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Two small boys were patients in the same hospital room. One of them was my Dad, Mark. Age: eight. He had been admitted to hospital ...

Me and my first 4-H calf. I'm the nerd in the glasses and cowboy hat. Twelve was an important age in the Stringam family. Th...