You can take the girl out of the country…
By Fay Morningstar – Stoney Creek, Ont. I sometimes find it difficult to know if I’m a country girl or a city girl. My birth certificate says I was born in Saskatchewan, so I must [continue…]
By Fay Morningstar – Stoney Creek, Ont. I sometimes find it difficult to know if I’m a country girl or a city girl. My birth certificate says I was born in Saskatchewan, so I must [continue…]
By Joanne Rawluk – Gypsumville, Man. It was in 1945 that my dad, a five-year veteran of the Second World War, returned home to his wife and three children, ages eight, six, and five. He tried [continue…]
By Millie Duncan – Killam, Alta. It was 1951 and at nine years old, I’d just learned in school how to write a friendly letter. I’d determined I would write to my cousin in Canora, Sask. [continue…]
By Dick Moody – Huntsville, Ont. My brother and I were named after two uncles who died in the first World War. I was named after my father’s brother, Richard Moody, who served in the British [continue…]
By Effie Thornton – Hanna, Alta. School days often come to mind, along with many of the old-time phrases of the time. I vividly remember one the young people liked to use: “Stubborn as a [continue…]
By Edven Torgerson – Turtleford, Sask. In the mid-1950s, when I was in my teens, we were living at the homestead of Nels and Maria Anderson. We used to live in the hills about 15 [continue…]
By Ione Skafte – Lethbridge, Alta. At least twice a year, we traveled from Lethbridge to Speers, Sask., to visit my husband’s family. We usually did this in the summer. We’d spend a couple of [continue…]
By Doris (Russell) Anderson – Grenfell, Sask. Many years ago, I received a registered letter summoning me to jury service. I was instantly petrified! I’d received teacher’s training and it was often a challenge to [continue…]
By Sylvia Williams – Summerland, B.C. The Second World War began in 1939 and that same year, I left home in northeastern Alberta to attend Alberta College in Edmonton. I was just 14 years old. My [continue…]
By Barb Gonie – Pierceland, Sask. The cold wind howled at the window and I decided to work indoors as the hall closet needed cleaning. I pulled a dusty shoebox from the top shelf and [continue…]
By Gordon Phillips – Surrey, B.C. After graduating from Vancouver Normal School, I wrote about 25 applications for a teaching position and received no answers. At that time in 1941, the military was looking for [continue…]
By June Chamberland – Prince George, B.C. I’ve been sitting outside in the warm sunshine, reminiscing about the “good old days” on the farm in Manitoba. I recall the tinkling of cow bells from out [continue…]
By Art Johnston – Olds, Alta. In the war years, I was stationed at Mossbank, Sask. I played in the station band, so on weekend leave I would get a 72-hour pass instead of a [continue…]
By George Hennessy – Coldstream, B.C. After a lifetime of reading, The Senior Paper has become an important part of my life. The heartwarming stories of early the times in Canada, depicting the spirit of [continue…]
By Julie (Friesen) Johnston – Shaunavon, Sask. My childhood school was located in the middle of the village of Schoenfeld, Sask., was called Maharg School. Attending that school has left me with a lot of [continue…]
By Don Morse – Calgary, Alta. We are sometimes troubled with mice in our attached garage. I have been successful at keeping them under control by setting traps baited with fresh cheese. The best place to [continue…]
By Ruth Jeeves – Wolseley, Sask. My father was a veterinarian in Regina, Sask., from 1913 to 1969. Growing up as his helper, I made many wonderful memories. This one stands out in my mind. [continue…]
By Herb (Buster) Brown – Pinawa, Man. I had a short, but very enjoyable, farming career. In 1945, farm help was scarce. I was asked to drive a tractor on a farm west of Holland, [continue…]
By Bernice Millar – Turnor Lake, Sask. I was always a very active girl and I believed I could do anything my older sister, Beth did. She knew how to ride a bike and said [continue…]
By Gerald Richards – Brandon, Man. When I started school at Halbrite in August, 1949, my teacher was Mrs. Rubin. She taught Grades 1 to 3. In her classroom, there was order and regularity. We’d [continue…]
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