What can I say but Mmmmmm. My Dad taught me manners. I was a slow, but well-fed, learner. Maybe I should explain . . . Dad and I...

It was raining. So both Reggie and I had eschewed the great, green outdoors in favour of something warmer and more welcoming to old bones...

Our usual Camping buddies Panda and Chiefy The Interloper Okay, I admit it. She's cute. We raised Old ...

I always was afraid at night When Mother would turn out the light, Into the darkness, I would stare And look for  monsters  waiting...

A guest post by little brother, Blair. Not me, but similar. On occasion, as a teenager, I made choices that lacked caution and or wis...

Just inside the graveyard fence stood a big old pecan tree. One day two boys came hunting nuts. In actuality. They filled a big old b...

I love Alberta.  It's beautiful. Wide, grassy prairies. High, majestic mountains. Blue skies. Clear air. Warm temperatures. Ok...

Milk River, Alberta. My Home Town. A summer sunset. For a short time, a hush falls over the town. Then the Summer Evening starts. ...

A repost for birthday number five! And you thought she was protective of her moose! Our second youngest granddaughter, Baby Girl (her...

Okay. See? Here she looks like a girl! Sometimes, being thrifty has its limits. When I was eighteen, my Mom taught me to cut hair. ...

  From Mom's journals. How did this . . .  . . . become this? Sunday at the Ranch was a day of rest. W...

A bit of a departure for today's Poetry Monday (the best day of the week!) This is 'verse' written by my mother so many, many...

Muffy the First. With our eldest son, Mark For over thirty years, our family raised Old English Sheepdogs. We loved them. They came as ...

Our family loves taking holidays. And for a simple country family from Southern Alberta, we have managed to cover a good portion of the g...

It's officially summer time in Edmonton.  Today we were driving past one of the many ski hills that abound in the area. The snow is...