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 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 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 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 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 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 Dennis Stacey – Publisher If there has ever been a more versatile summertime food than the simple hotdog, I am not aware of it. I would probably go so far as to make the bold [continue…]
By Dennis Stacey – Publisher “A horse is a horse, of course, of course, and no one can talk to a horse, of course, that is, of course, unless the horse, is the famous Mr. [continue…]
By Claudette Sandecki – Terrace, B.C. In her memoir, Sister to Courage, Wanda Robson writes of their 1926 Halifax home having a “front room” with a parlour beyond. The term, front room, stirred memories of [continue…]
By Margaret (Kopeck) Gentle – Saskatoon, Sask. I started dressing and playing with our orange Tabby cat after I lost my rag doll. I’d left it in the farm yard and a horse stepped on it [continue…]
By Joanne Rawluk – Gypsumville, Man. My parents often spoke of the hardships they, and their parents, endured growing up. When I tell my own grandchildren of my early childhood “pioneering” on the farm, they look [continue…]
By Steve Sipos – Thunder Bay, Ont. Amid copious tears from relatives and friends, my mother, older brother, Joe, and I, boarded the coach at the railroad station in Velky Berezny, Czechoslovakia in November 1937. [continue…]
By John Martens – Oliver, B.C. The stubble fields in the farming area between Winnipegosis and Fork River, Man., were a sea of mud the spring of 1937. Dirty remnants of snowbanks remained in the [continue…]
By Kathleen Smart – Wetaskiwin, Alta. As I tossed the second load of wet clothes into my electric clothes dryer on a cold winter morning, I remembered helping mother with her washing all those years ago. Washdays [continue…]
By Fred Tarnasky – Medicine Hat, Alta. I was born in a farmhouse in Bessarabia, Russia in 1939. My father was born in 1908 and my mother in 1914. I was the firstborn to my parents [continue…]
By Naden Hewko – Macklin, Sask. When my parents immigrated to Canada from Western Ukraine, they brought their traditions with them, including their observance of religious holidays like Christmas and Easter. I remember Easter was the [continue…]
By Kay Parley – Regina, Sask. We moved to Regina in 1938 and I entered Grade 10. As a newcomer, my mother advised me to look for someone who seemed to be alone and talk to [continue…]
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