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By Margaret Albers – Weyburn, Sask. As I get older, my thoughts go back to the first years ofd married life in the Garville School District near Bengough, Sask. We spent the first year living in [more…]
By Margaret Albers – Weyburn, Sask. As I get older, my thoughts go back to the first years ofd married life in the Garville School District near Bengough, Sask. We spent the first year living in [more…]
By Wayne Stockton – Regina, Sask. Back in 1948, airplanes were still quite a novelty in small town Saskatchewan. That summer, a fellow piloting an Aeronca Champion from Saskatoon to Winnipeg decided to make a [more…]
By Bill Eddy – Okanagan Falls, B.C. I live in a townhouse complex and a neighbour maintains a vegetable garden at the end of our property. He is generous with his greens. We all need them. [more…]
Morris Moldowan – Prince Albert, Sask. My mother, Pauline (Lukaschuk) Moldowan, showed me articles in the October 2011 and January 2012 issues of The Senior Paper about Harry ‘Lukichuck’s’ east end garden in Prince Albert. The correct [more…]
By Ann (Lysak) Stoute – Brampton, Ont. When I was about seven years old on our farm in Hazel Dell, Sask., Christmas Eve was the most magical night of the year. Outside the air was cold and [more…]
By Margaret Lesperance – Portage la Prairie, Man. I’ve never been as cold as I was during my first year of school. This was the latter half of the Dirty ‘30s, in the middle of the [more…]
By Mary Olson – Athabasca, Alta. I remember winters with deep snow when I was a small girl. It would pile up in drifts against the trees in a small pasture in our yard. The [more…]
By Tina Schuitema – Edmonton, Alta. It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Regina. The wind was blowing and there were grasshoppers and potato bugs as usual. We were all lying on the living room [more…]
Photo flashbacks of the Primrose Ranch Gang (top) circa 1943. They played CFQC radio Saskatoon at noon. The Wagon Masters (bottom), circa 1956, played Thursday evenings over CKY Winnipeg. The steel guitar player, Jimmie Pirie, [more…]
By Paul Coon – Beaumont, Alta. Art Minor bought a Massey ‘44’ tractor and farmed in the Florence district of southeast Saskatchewan from 1936 to 1953. In 1953, at age 64, Art and his wife [more…]
By Marina Antonenko – Saskatoon, Sask. It was a fine fall morning. We’d decided to process some turkeys and take them from the farm into Saskatoon to sell the next day. We had raised over [more…]
By Don Sizer – Landis, Sask. I’ve been involved in farming most of my life and often think of how little it took to brighten our often boring existence, especially in the cold winter days. [more…]
By Jim Smyth – Kipling, Sask. The faint writing on the back of this postcard states, “This is me at the opening ball game in Winnipeg.” The date printed on the front is 1913. We [more…]
By J.R. Klassen – Regina, Sask. In the late 1940s in my hometown of Aberdeen, Sask., about 25 miles (40 km) northeast of Saskatoon, it was a hot summer’s day. The annual Sports Day was in [more…]
By Bertha Johnson – Red Deer, Alta. One of our District Court judges (known now as Court of Queen’s Bench), told me I had a distinction within the court system in Alberta. I was the [more…]
By Helen Atkinson – Leduc, Alta. When I was about eight years old, dad found a worn sleigh four-inches tall and two-feet long. A rope tied just above the two runners at one end, it [more…]
By Harold Volen – Burnaby, B.C. The spring hockey playoffs take me back to Saskatchewan, and Weyburn in particular. We had the Beavers senior hockey team that did a good job in the 1930s. Names I [more…]
By Lillian (Bohnen) Rose – Calgary, Alta. My father, a carpenter by trade, with the help of my older sister, built our second house in B.C., on the only flat piece of land that we owned [more…]
By Anna Cooper – Macklin, Sask. My thoughts drifted back to Nov. 8, 1971. It was a day of chaos. The secretary from St. Paul’s Hospital of Saskatoon phoned me at 9 a.m., wanting me [more…]
By Carol Graychik – Mariposa, CA, USA Where do I go for Christmas? It’s far off to another land – another country – to the silence and beauty of the moonlight on new-fallen snow with [more…]
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