On the Alberta/Montana Border
Saturday, April 16, 2016

Almost Royal

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Go on. Give it a pull! Life on a ranch is glorious. Open, endless vistas. Fresh air. Time with your family. And endless hour...
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Friday, April 15, 2016

It's Cold Inside

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Because it's poetry month . . .   From this spell of cold and damp, The germs in close formation, tramp, On my resistance, bli...
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Thursday, April 14, 2016

Speaking Dad

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Buddies. Eh? I knew what he was saying. He knew what he was saying. Too bad they weren’t the same thing . . . When I was little,...
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Hiding Place

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Foreground: Mom's flowers. Background: The garage. My hiding place was down and left. On the Stringam ranch, we had an old garag...
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Monday, April 11, 2016

Barn Dance

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From the ashes . . . . . . rise the new and improved. Ranch families know how to have fun and it usually involves dancing. Let ...
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Saturday, April 9, 2016

Old. And Adding

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A poem. Because it's Saturday. Our good friend Shirley. Gramma and her little beans. Great Gramma and her Little Bean Had th...
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Friday, April 8, 2016

Neighbour Haven

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Supplier of kindliness. And food. The Stringam ranch was a large spread situated some twenty miles from the town of Milk River, Albert...
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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Unin'Habit'ed

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Sisters Also a Sister In our church, everyone is addressed either as 'Brother' or 'Sister'. It gives a fun, fam...
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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

A Round Tuit

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When a man says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. There’s no reason to remind him every six months or so. My son is a great husband an...
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Boot(Root)legging

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Mark. With his friend. Our family loves root beer. Homemade. And our eldest son can sleep through anything. These two facts are related...
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Monday, April 4, 2016

Accidental Discovery

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For once, he’d   listened   to his wife, How to ameliorate her life, And he went without delay, To take her on a holiday. But ...
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Saturday, April 2, 2016

Aversions 101

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You want me to eat what . . .? My Dad always claimed to be allergic to onions. Whenever he ordered any burger, he always asked them to ...
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Friday, April 1, 2016

Mom Spit

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Notice the cute little boys. One with hair. One with . . . cheeks. Ignore the glasses. When I was expecting my second son, I craved a...
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Thursday, March 31, 2016

Jam Test

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Mmmmm.  Sweet, tasty stickiness. It categorizes you. Marks your place in the family. Even decides if you will be granted admission to t...
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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Close Brush

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Du-dum. Du-dum. Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-du-du-duuhhh! He’d been away at work. Ten days on. And now he was home for his four days of...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Close Encounter With Stupidity

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When Dad was talking. I was listening . . . Every. Square. Foot. The annual production sale at the Stringam ranch was the hi...
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Monday, March 28, 2016

Meeting the Neighbours

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Stories with Dad . . . See? It seemed like a good idea. Movie night in town. A bit romantic. A bit relaxing. And a much-ne...
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Saturday, March 26, 2016

Gift Horse

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There’s an old saying, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’. Now you should know that horses, as they get older, show it mostly in the...
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Friday, March 25, 2016

The Idiot Sundae

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This . . . Plus this . . . Plus this . . . Plus this . . . And finally, this. Dad loved telling this story. Of his ...
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