Belted out tune with dad

From our December 2012 issue

By Jean Bloomquist – St. Walburg, Sask.

My dad and I did a lot of things together and one beautiful day we were way up north in no man’s land looking for hay sloughs to cut and, as we often did, we were singing.

There was no one to hear us so we were really belting it out:

I’m no millionaire
But I’m not the type to care
‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams
It’s my universe
Even with an empty purse
‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams.

Well, all of a sudden a voice said, “You don’t say?”

Well, were we surprised! It was a man who lived some distance from us, but dad knew him and they talked and laughed and I felt foolish.

He really should have waited and we might later have tried yodelling!