More of the story, as told by my Mom, Enes. From her journals . . . Part One .  Part Two .  Part Three .  Part Four.   Part Five . Part...

More of the story, as told by my Mom, Enes. From her journals . . . Part One .  Part Two .  Part Three .  Part Four.   Part Five . ...

More of the story, as told by my Mom, Enes. From her journals . . . Part One .  Part Two .  Part Three .  Part Four. Mom's ...

Summer in a Quonset Part Four Coldest summer on record - and no heat! In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out ...

Yep. We were living in the feed lot. In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, an...

For Poetry Monday, a poem about past vacations . . . Each summer, since the dawn of time, We’d pack our kids and dogs and gear W...

In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and bought another place nearer to town. ...

Everything Under Construction In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and...

This may sound like bragging. Okay, it is . . . Our second son was in grade three. He loved it. He was a good student and the teach...

We are vacationing on uber-beautiful Vancouver Island. We are fortunate in that our middle son lives here, so it is a destination. And al...

I had been living in the big city of Calgary for three whole days. My roommate got home from work just after I did. “Hey...

I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one. But I can tell you anyhow, I'd rather see, than be one. A purple cow'...

Today, for Poetry Monday, I'm doing a little self-imposed exercise. Fill In The Blanks This is a little ditty quoted by my sainted...

The room of learning. One of my favourite classes in high school was Biology. We did exciting things in Biology. Dissected worms....

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...