Photo Credit The important First-Day-Of-School (FDOS) has passed. With its first-day outfits, hair dos, school supplies, shoes, ...

Two of my favourite Mom stories . . . Best Friends. Little Brother, Blair, arrived home from school tousled, scratched and with a b...

Will James The romantic picture of the lean, seasoned, tough, sun-browned cowboy riding his pony across the endless, wind-swept prairie...

Just a little glimpse into the round-up days of 1918. In the words of my Dad's eldest brother, Uncle Owen Stringam . . .   Photo ...

Mom and Dad, Chris and Jerry. If you look closely . . . What articles of clothing do you treasure? Get foolishly sentimental (ie. I’m...

The world likes baseball, I am sure, And loves their teams, famed or obscure, But what of those who don’t partake? Well this shoul...

As the only veterinarian in a 100-mile radius, Dad certainly got around. Within months of his graduation, he was being called further and f...

I love Daddy's stories! “I’m shopping for my wife,” said he. “For things she needs immediately. And while I’m here, I thought ...

Digging through Grandma Berg's Journals again . . . Grandma and Grampa Berg were married in a small Lutheran church in Blackfoot,...

It's harvest season. Time for a story about another harvest. In another era . . . How it was done under normal circumstances. ...

About a mile and a half from the Millicent, Alberta school was the swimming hole. A wooden structure, called a ‘headgate’ had been buil...

Berg Family about 1940. Front row far left: Leif Just off camera: Patsy Without Patsy, things could have ended much differently. M...

He didn’t go to work that day, He saw it. He went there. The great explosions. Fear. Dismay. He heard it. He was there. W...

Our Engineer - far right. Our son, an army engineer, was on his Combat Leadership course. It was gruelling.  Months of training.  An ...

Saggot jumped back, colliding heavily with the front door and knocking a gusty ‘whoof’ out of himself. The inspector merely stared at the...