On the Alberta/Montana Border
Thursday, April 28, 2016

Already Been Chewed

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Chris. Taste is everything . . . 1953 BD (Before Diane).  My parents were travelling and had made a stop in a small town for lunch. ...
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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Well-Aged Specimen

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Okay. This story is about urine specimens. Ick. Those who are faint of heart or easily queasy, stop now. Stop. I told you to stop. You d...
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Organized and Fed

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Mr. Organized Dad was a veterinarian. The only one for several counties. Well . . . If you didn't count Dr. Brewster, the animal i...
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Monday, April 25, 2016

Twice the Fun

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And into the next generation . . . Husby is a book lover. Always has been. I am, too, but not to his extent. I remember, in our ...
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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Scarred by Life

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Hands tell everything. I was sitting in Church beside my dad and comparing my hand to his. Mine were small, white and smooth. Unma...
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Friday, April 22, 2016

Edible Etiquette

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Dad at College. My Dad (hereinafter called 'Mark') attended college in Guelph, Ontario, t raining to be a veterinarian. Class ...
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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Thar She Blows!

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Okay. Picture them a little more tousled and windblown . . . The wind blows in Southern Alberta. And I don't mean blows in the ...
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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Dark. And Scary

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Debbie. Mischief, mayhem and entertainment in one package. In college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with three other girls. Deb...
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Monday, April 18, 2016

My Grandpa Memory

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My Grandpa as I remember him. With my older siblings, Chris and Jerry.  My Grandpa, George Lewis Stringam, was born in 1876, in Holde...
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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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