To grandma’s house they went
By Helen Atkinson – Leduc, Alta. As little children, my sister and I sat low in the backseat of the car on our way to our grandma’s farm. Our heads were just high enough to [continue…]
By Helen Atkinson – Leduc, Alta. As little children, my sister and I sat low in the backseat of the car on our way to our grandma’s farm. Our heads were just high enough to [continue…]
By Doreen Chalmers – Fairview, Alta. When I was just a kid in the 1930s, my grandma made aprons from the sacks that flour, sugar, and seeds came in. After many washings, the sacks became [continue…]
By Wes Lonoway – McTaggart, Sask. My nostalgic trip began after a summer family barbecue. You know what it’s like after a meal with family. Some of the children are running off their newfound energy. [continue…]
A grandmother remarked to her granddaughter as she came in from playing in the mud. “You’re pretty dirty, sweetheart.” “I know grandma,” the granddaughter agreed, “but I’m even prettier clean!”
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