Sometimes, our experiences define us. When he was 19 years old, Husby went to live, for two years, in France. As a Missionary. It was an exc...

I love hearing about people. Where they came from. Who their families were. Their  stories  . . . I have a good friend who was raised in a b...

1965. The year boys were discovered in Milk River. Okay, yes, I am assured they had always been there. I definitely had seen them. But up un...

Some of our blessings. Caution: Lift with care. I’ve been fairly active all my life. And I have the scars to prove it. I had all the usual b...

  I’ ve looked around and learned a bit, ‘ Bout SANDWICHES that are a hit, Like TUNA, it ’ s a place to start, With cheese and spices ...

Our 4-H beef club, once a year, Explored the cont’nent far and near, We all looked forward to that trip, The highlight of our membership.   ...

  Getting ready for the LONG trip . . . It was the late 1950’s and Dad was in Toronto. With 15 friends. Twelve hairy chaps with four feet ea...

I remembered something while talking to my baby brother. A quote from Daddy: It ain't no use to grumble and complain. It's every bit...

As a rancher, during the work week, Dad was usually seen in work shirts and pants. Heavy boots. Leather gloves. But on Sundays, all of that ...

 I know you’ve read this one before, ‘Bout my dad, whom I adored, And as today is Parents Day, I thought I’d share it once again! Daddy’s Fo...