On the Alberta/Montana Border
Friday, June 9, 2017

A Yarn

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The store with everything. At just the right price . . . Dad was running an errand f or his mother. It was 1937 and the family had ...
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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Truth About Trousers

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Emily Mary The two sisters were both loving and caring. Hardworking and generous. But there, the similarities ended. One, Emily,...
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Monday, June 5, 2017

From Here to There

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Source: I Heart My Snap Boy on the bridge Life is a bridge from here to there, Some years of joy, some years of care, It's som...
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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Getting What You Want

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Oh, hey. While you're up . . . Okay, yes, he probably would have gotten it anyways. But the genius is in the method of asking . . ....
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Saturday, June 3, 2017

Happily Hammered

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Grandma and Grandpa Stringam. Where the humour comes from . . . My Dad had a great sense of humour. He came by it rightly. Let me exp...
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Friday, June 2, 2017

Fashion Police

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Sure. Now she's smiling... Studying for final exams is hard work. Time consuming. Often lasting into the wee hours of the mornin...
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Thursday, June 1, 2017

My 'Great' Aunt

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Teacher of all things important. Care-taker extraordinaire. Sometimes you think you know someone. But you really don't . . . ...
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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Fastidious-ness

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You want me to what??? Our family spends lot of time together. Visiting. In fact, if I were to pick a favourite activity, it woul...
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Monday, May 29, 2017

The Sendoff

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Another 'Daddy' Story: It's all true! “Great Grampa,” said the strong young chap, You’ve lived a very long lifetime...
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Saturday, May 27, 2017

When It's Raining Mice

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Okay, he only  looks  cute . . . We lived in the country. Far out in the country. We had many people living in our house. But we were...
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Friday, May 26, 2017

Phunctional Phone Phun

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My 'Creative Parenting 101' Professor When Dad spoke. We listened. Most of the time. One ignored my father at one's own ris...
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Thursday, May 25, 2017

Battle(less)ship

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Hours of fun. Or  aggravation  . . . Mom always appreciated a good joke. Usually, she stood back and . . . appreciated. Occasionally, s...
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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Preserved

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And yes, that is a jester costume . . . When we were teenagers, my husby and I got involved in theatre. And stayed involved. This y...
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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Wire Art

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Art isn't always found on display. And real artists don't necessarily work in a studio. A true work of art . . . On a...
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Monday, May 22, 2017

Pew

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Old Cowboy Joe was telling tales in Main Street yesterday, Describing his adventures in the city far away, But Joe, he didn’t know th...
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Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Gates to...

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Approach carefully. It's tricky On a ranch, there are gates. Many gates. In the corrals, big gates made of long, wooden boards. Tha...
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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Blink

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In happier times... My Dad was in the blacksmith shop. And wherever Dad went, we kids trailed after. Because. Why is it that ev...
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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wings of Death

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Does this scare you? Debbie's family lived on a ranch not far from ours. Her father had worked for my parents as a young man, before he ...
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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Baby Words

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Husby and I spent the last weekend in Provo, Utah. He, walking, relaxing and catching-up-on-sleep in the Marriott. Me, rubbing shoulders wit...
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