It’s the weekend and I’m enjoying the break from teaching. So, what could be better than a story  about  teaching . . . Grandma Str...

Grandma, kneeling. With my Mom. Busy. As always. College. That first time away from home. That trip and stumble into the real world. ...

Part One Part Two Part Three The year at Provo was a happy and a busy one. My two cousins, Anne Snow and Charlie Snow were with m...

In her own words. From Grandma Stringam's journals: Part One. Part Two. Part three . . . I knew he had been coming to Teasda...

If you missed part one, there's still time. Go here . Do it now. We'll wait . . . In her own words. More from Grandma's jo...

Another of  Daddy's favourite stories . . . For years, she worked untiringly In times of calm, or urgency, In office w...

In Pat's part of Vancouver, BC of the late fifties, there were two options for attending school. St. Helen, where she attended. And S...

From Grandma Stringam's journals In her own words: Grandpa. Taken shortly after this story.  As I grew older, Mother would take us...

I looked through the frosted glass of the front door. The silhouettes of two people could be plainly seen, thrown into sharp relief by the ...

Mom being Mom My Mom was amazing. She was the force behind: Meals appearing at clockwork intervals. Soiled clothes in hampers b...

They liked the old retiree, though he was a little gruff, They had hired him ‘cause he seemed smart and surely knew enough. And they ...

Or you could do it that way . . . There was no lawnmower in the early days on the Berg Ranch. When the grass got long, the hay-mower ...

Our family took a nature hike. The famed Banff Fenlands was our goal. The ancient forest, shady trails And ‘Pooh-sticks’ bridges. L...

The Berg farm, in its heyday, was a truly ‘mixed’ operation, with pigs, horses, chickens, turkeys, geese and cattle. From 10 to 30 sows...