Remembering Dad. This post is from from May, 2014 Daddy and me. Okay, picture us a few years older. But just as cute . . . I was on...

My Dad went home this morning at 3:20. Peacefully. I know Mom was there and that, after more than a decade, they are finally together agai...

Ready for town . . . We lived 70 miles from the nearest city. Thus, a 'trip to town' was more of an event. Inevitably, I got c...

Ray Tolley, my father-in-law (hereinafter known as FIL) was a man of integrity. Honest, forthright and industrious, he worked the land o...

The children’s organization in our church begins when the children are three. Watching those little ones come into the room for the first...

Ready to ride I had been Dad's herdsman for two months. I knew everything about cattle. Their needs. Their peculiarities. Not. But ...

A whole new meaning to 'roasted grains'. May 9, 1969. 6:45 am. When most of the world still sleeps, or is just beginning to st...

My Mom. World's Best Bread Maker I love bread. Freshly baked or cooled. Whole wheat. White. Multi-grain. Potato. Sourdough. Soda. ...

And yes, that's me. Far right. Second row. Dressed in my best. A Dress?! Mom wanted me to wear a dress? To school? I had somehow sl...

The Member of the Legislative Assembly of Alberta for the electoral district of Cardston needed to make sure he received his mail. Daily. ...

The summer I turned nine was supposed to be the most exciting of my life. And it was.   For all of the wrong reasons . . . 1. The bridge. Ju...

  Age and/or inexperience were no barriers when it was time for roundup on the Stringam ranch. The newest Stringam was ...