The Rhubarb Incident

The Rhubarb Incident

Mom stood looking out the big east kitchen window of our red brick farm house, “Susan! Look out the window, Cheryl’s outside with Blackie. Leading him in the rain!” I dropped my library book, uncurled my legs and jumped up in one quick movement, pressing my face...
The Bonfire Mission

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...
Building of a Corn Crib

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...
Spring Cleaning

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

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...
February Miracles

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...

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