We all have secrets, I suppose. Or maybe things that we just never talk about, not that we’re intentionally hiding them. One of these unspoken secrets occurred during my Winnipeg days, that I didn’t learn of until I was almost 50. My father enjoyed getting the buzz on. There were times that he got so … Continue reading Unspoken Brother

I confess that I used to get into a few scuffles as a kid. Not that I went looking for trouble, but it seemed to find me somehow. This is the corner, across from the church on one side, across from the corner store on the other and kitty-corner to the apartment where we lived … Continue reading Street Fighter

We moved to an apartment on Mountain Avenue. Right across the street was a church, which conveniently held weekly bingo sessions, in the basement, for our mother. Mountain Avenue Apartment It looked much older nearly 60 years ago, when we lived there. And instead of a parking lot in front there was a little courtyard … Continue reading Mountain Avenue

We moved again. It was in the middle of the school year again. I went from Mrs. Fazuruk’s grade 3 class at Templeton School to Mrs. Smyth’s class back at Machray School. But this time it was different. I got to go to the ‘big’ school instead of the little kids school. There were two … Continue reading Back to Machray

I went to Sunrise Lutheran Camp, the summer between grade two and three. My father had to get special permission from Mrs. Olson for me to attend. She was in charge. I think the special permission was either because we couldn’t afford to pay or the fact that we were not church goers. It was … Continue reading Sunrise Lutheran Camp