Mom, George, Chris, Jerry, Dad and me. Not picuted: The clothesline. Climbing was my thing. Ask anyone. My climbing ability was le...

Notice the trees. Please. When I was fourteen, Dad decided to combine the best of all worlds. He sold the old family ranch twenty m...

My older sister and me. Oh, and George. And part of Dad And a little bit of Jerry and Blair. The food had been, as per Mom’s usual...

C'mon. Give us a snuggle! Porcupines. Not so cute and cuddly any more. Or ever. Maybe I should explain . . . On a ranch, t...

I discovered ‘Fall’ when I was ten, Yes, Autumn happened long before, I just began to notice then. Sit back, I’d like to tell you m...

Grandpa: George Lewis Stringam Throughout his life, my Grandpa Stringam, a rancher, politician, husband, father and friend, wa...

Okay, it was scary. But it turned out all right . . . Our family have always been swimmers. Our children are introduced to the wate...

Dad was making a trip into town to see Mr. Hovan. His insurance agent. My brother, George, and I fought over who would be the first i...

My Dad always told me that when I wanted to know what the weather was intending, to look and see what the cows were doing. True story....

Quick! Take a picture!  In Southern Alberta, in the sixties, the country roads were more a suggestion than an actual fact. Sketchy ...

The topic of free time, I thought, Well, how hard could that be? I thought of things I’d like to do If Free Time came to me . . . ...