There was a lot of grass on the  Utopian  Stringam homestead. A lot. And I mean the kind that doesn’t go up in smoke. Or shouldn’t...

Oh sure, they look healthy now . . . Little beggers. It gets very cold in Southern Alberta. Calves need to be vaccinated. And ran...

 “Our life needs more ‘sizzle’,” Said Husby. To me. And I wondered just what in the world could he mean? So I went to the lexico...

Daddy and me. Okay, picture us a few years older. But just as cute . . . I was on a date with my Dad. I had been working at my ...

Dad on Shaker. This really has nothing to do with the story. I just like the picture! Ranching is always an adventure. Sometimes a...

Ever helpful and concerned. Kids can make eating out such an . . . adventure . It was the early fifties. Mom and Dad were vacation...

Summer = baseball. I love baseball. Let me rephrase that. I LOVE baseball. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because you get to bea...

Off to visit the neighbours. Theirs wasn’t the most sought-after homestead in the community. Their home was humble. Built in 1917, th...

Front: My Dad. Behind: Uncle Bryce of the coal oil. Ignore the gun... 1921. Just another year in the life of my grandparents, Georg...

Sorrel gelding (male). And yes. I can tell the difference . . . During college, I rode with the LCC Equestrian Team. It was infinit...

Dad (right) and Ruel. Who could fool these two? As a young man, Dad spent his summers working on the ranch. It was these summers t...

Chris, Jerry and Dad. Background: The RIVER Eeeeek. Sometimes, in our best efforts to raise and protect our children, we blow it. My...

Oh, the things you learn from the top rail... It’s spring. Finally. The time of new growth. And baby animals. Farm kids are ...

 . . . or crying works, too It was an uncharacteristically quiet day in the Stringam household. The older kids were at school. Da...

See? Blonde. My Father-in-Law (hereinafter known as FIL) did not like blondes. And my Mother-in-Law hated beards. These two statem...