Father’s honesty was long remembered
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 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 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 Hudy – Paradise Hill, Sask. There is no way in this world We can measure the value of a friend; Because to say we can measure it Would be like saying We can [continue…]
By Harold Thom – Nakusp, B.C. I spent the winter of 1948-49 working in a logging camp near The Pas, Man. It must have been the coldest darn place on earth, but I was 17 [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…]
By Ben McIntyre – Nanaimo, B.C. At the age of 20 and with only one year of teaching experience, I was sent to the new town of Uranium City, Sask., in September, 1952 to open [continue…]
By Liz Wilson – Calgary, Alta. “Would you like to walk with us?” These were the first words I heard on the University of Alberta campus as I started first-year Education in the fall of 1952. [continue…]
Ladies hockey team in 1934 or ‘35 at Fork River, Man., when Margret and her sister Gladys were teenagers. Back l-r: Lydia Berkis; Anne Hunt; Eva Morris; Margret Hafenbrak; Gladys Hafenbrak; Helen Berkis. Front l-r: [continue…]
By Julian Smith – London, Ont. The Kinsmen Club of Saskatoon started a new Peewee hockey league in 1937. Saskatoon had just built the new arena rink located downtown, near the technical collegiate. There were [continue…]
There was once an elderly, despondent woman living in a nursing home. She wouldn’t speak to anyone or request anything. She merely existed – rocking in her creaky old rocking chair, day in and day [continue…]
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