We had to move. It’s true. Despite the convenience of living close to our herd of relatives, our little one-bedroom apartment was no longer big enough. The bedroom that I shared with my sister and my mother’s young sister, Lillian, who lived with us for a while, was just not going to handle another addition. … Continue reading Charles to Redwood

The sandstone has many memories for me, good and some not so good. For example, we had an enjoyable Christmas there and I received a bunch of fun toys, including this table hockey game. My sister got a doll, which was quite lame, but still, she was happy with it. You can see that we … Continue reading The Old Sandstone

There was an evil rooster that lived under my bed when we lived at the sandstone apartment. I sensed it there, during the dark of the night. I could hear its claws scratching the floor boards as it waited for me to expose myself. It was one of the excuses I used for being a … Continue reading The Evil Rooster

On this day, November 16th, in 1885, the Canadian Government hanged my 5th cousin Louis Riel, for treason. He was seeking to preserve Metis rights and culture. He was 41. Like and share this with your friends Join my mailing list on the Contact Me page. http://www.whjohnson.ca http://www.amazon.com/author/wadejohnson

Our mother sometimes lost patience and could be a screamer. Like this occasion when we, once again, had a portrait photographer make a home visit. There was a bit of trouble assembling my sister and I for the photo-op and our mother may have threatened us with death, as you can see by our expressions … Continue reading Bad Boy?