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Nell and Doll were our favourite team

By Lloyd Kitching – Carman, Man. My brother and I were just teenagers when our father died. Along with mother, we took over the operation of our small mixed farm. We had no tractor and [more…]

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Puny porker was a farmyard fugitive

By Anne Sturby – Edmonton, Alta. Every time I watch the movie Babe, I am reminded of the predicament my father found himself in with a pig he purchased from a local farmer for the [more…]

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Dad thought I’d been attacked by bear

By Edwin Bronsch – High River, Alta. At the age of 18, the stage of life when a teenager thinks himself invincible, I was riding horseback to take dad’s cattle to the summer pasture, about four [more…]

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Bossy cow was no match for Rover

By Ed Kabanuk – Surrey, B.C. I’d been given the task of bringing the cows home for milking. This meant going about 3⁄4 mile to the pasture at the end of our land. It wasn’t an onerous task [more…]

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The piano sailed up and into the loft

By Elva Paton – Moose Jaw, Sask. The 1910s and early ‘20s had good crop conditions. Dad thought he was in good enough financial shape to build some new buildings. He’d always said that a [more…]

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Our nearly impossible winter chore

By Art Sander – Hilbre, Man. Have you ever had to do something that was nearly impossible? In my case, I am referring to the winter of 1955-56. It started snowing Oct. 8, 1955, and [more…]

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Girls harnessed cow as Halloween prank

By Doris (Russell) Anderson – Grenfell, Sask. I’ll never forget my first and only Halloween prowl. I was a student at a country high school in central Saskatchewan and a classmate coerced four of us [more…]

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Horse led her through brutal snowstorm

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…]

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Family farmers fond of Ford

By Art Klassen – Portage la Prairie, Man. A photo of a Fordson tractor in The Senior Paper reminded me of our Fordson tractors. In the early 1920s, my parents were living with their parents [more…]