We stop at the Yvette Moore Gallery to see her depictions of prairie life, past and present. Her paintings appear as illustrations in three soft cover children’s books. The first, A Prairie Alphabet, has sold 330,000 copies. Next stop is the Chocolate Moose Fudge Factory and Craft Market. The items on sale range from prairie … Continue reading What I Did During My Summer Vacation – Conclusion
Stories from my life
What I Did During My Summer Vacation – Part 2
I was born in this city sixty-eight years ago. My parents are buried in a cemetery on the south side of the city, beside my Uncle Art and Aunt Katherine, my father’s brother who married my mother’s sister. My wife’s parents are buried in another cemetery on the west side. Moose Jaw is built at … Continue reading What I Did During My Summer Vacation – Part 2
What I Did During My Summer Vacation – Part 1
A squirrel scampers across Main Street and stops in front of the five storey brick edifice that used to be the Grant Hall Hotel. He sees an opening, scampers up the step, but this is not what he is looking for. He reappears, runs a little way toward us and disappears into the next opening. … Continue reading What I Did During My Summer Vacation – Part 1
A Clearing in the Woods
I know the Lord will make a way for me,I know the Lord will make a way for me.If I trust and never doubt,He will surely lead me out,I know the Lord will make a way for me.Denver and I were into the final stages of preparing for Vacation Bible School, selecting choruses to be … Continue reading A Clearing in the Woods
Catechism Classes
About the only thing my parents had in common was a feeling that the church in which they had been raised had let them down. My father was a descendant of New England Puritans, with some French and Scottish blood thrown in. He was born in Iowa, grew up in Minnesota and arrived in Saskatchewan … Continue reading Catechism Classes
Forty-two Years
Chris and I were married August 1, 1970. She was 17, the product of two dysfunctional homes, looking for some stability in her life. I was 28, restless, confused, in debt, not sure what I wanted to do with my life, had little control over my temper — not really a stable shelter from the … Continue reading Forty-two Years
Flatlander Faith 