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The Bonfire Mission
Mom bustled around the kitchen checking supplies, preparing food - she was on a mission. I was busy playing with my toys, ignoring grownup stuff, but I could hear her dialing the black rotary phone that hung in the kitchen, talking to relatives, inviting them over....
Building of a Corn Crib
This series of pictures shows the building of a corncrib including homemade lumber at our cousin's sawmill across the road, circa 1962 (?). My dad, Walter, with an oak log from our bush: The sawmill at cousin Ernie's: Cutting our lumber: Preparing the footing:...
Spring Cleaning
Fiery tongues crept across the thick mat of dead grass, licking away all the dry stems and leaves. Like a battle front, the line moved roughly in unison with no possible retreat. Footsteps of flame crackled and snapped. The commander stood surveying his scorching...
A Mulberry Afternoon
Sun-speckled shadows shifted in the summer breeze. A deeper shade of purple surrounded the old mulberry tree. The berries were ripe and ready for plucking. Maybe that old tree alongside Ernie's lane had been planted by a passing bird, or maybe tenderly planted and...
February Miracles
In the cold, bitter days of February the small miracles would arrive - about a dozen piglets per sow. On the evenings when the expectant moms were in labour, I was allowed to stay up late in the barn with mom and dad. I was under strict instructions to be quiet as a...
About Susan
I love stories – reading, writing, listening, watching. I’ve always had a creative spark (my mind contrives twisted plots for fun) but working in the business world doesn’t leave much room for individual artistic flair. So after working in different businesses for 35 years, I’ve taken a detour onto the creative side.
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