recalling the Edmonton house where she grew up, nudging memories to life in those of us who’ve also spent time on the prairies – ranging from picking (and eating) wild saskatoons and raspberries, to walking down streets of stuccoed houses, to attending...
He kept his dates pretty well, give or take a couple of weeks for bad weather and head winds. The medicine man would give us information where Dad was and when he should arrive. The Ma-tut-o-san cungering tens was long clean willows pushed into the ground. The willows were bent over...
would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind. ...
Scattered among notationsabout the weather and the tedious mining-camp meals lies an entry noting a story he had heard that day – an entry that would determine his course forever: Coleman with his jumping frog – bet stranger $50 – stranger had no frog, and C. got him one – in the...