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There is a scene in the movie, “Over the Hedge”, in which the skunk, using only those talents with which she was blessed at birth,…
ContinueAdded by Diane Stringam Tolley on April 30, 2012 at 10:55am — 2 Comments
It had been a tough day.
And we had three boys.
Those are my excuses . . .
The day had started out slowly.
Mark had sleep-walked and nearly mistook the closet for the bathroom.
Caught just in time.
Because I am superwoman.
Shortly thereafter (oooh, good word), Mark and Erik had staged an argument/battle over the TV remote.
I should explain, here, that the word 'remote' was largely optimistic at this point.
There was a…
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Head Gate.
Oh sure. It looks harmless here . . .
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Washing and…
ContinueAdded by Diane Stringam Tolley on April 28, 2012 at 10:00am — 2 Comments
What can I say but mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .
My Dad taught me manners.
I was a slow, but well-fed, learner.
Maybe I should explain . . .
Dad and I were on a cattle show tour.
I say, 'we' but I was mostly useless.
I had injured my hand in a grooming accident…
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So small - to cause such big problems . . .
Dad was running an errand.
For his mother.
It was 1937 and the family had just recently moved to Lethbridge from Glenwood, Alberta.
He enjoyed the independence of being able to walk the few blocks…
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The ultimate in 'chips'.
We are not gamblers.
We’re not.
But we taught our kids to play poker.
Maybe I should explain . . .
We have a timeshare condo in Banff, Alberta.
Every year, for one week, that beautiful corner of the…
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We raised Old English Sheepdogs.
A wonderful breed.
Shaggy.
Smart.
Protective.
Affectionate.
Did I mention shaggy?
We had raised them for years.
Long enough that anyone remotely…
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As a rancher, during the work week, Dad was usually seen in work shirts and pants.
Heavy boots.
Leather gloves.
But on Sundays, all of that changed.
He would appear, dignified and tidy, in 'church' attire.
Suit.
White…
ContinueAdded by Diane Stringam Tolley on April 22, 2012 at 8:00am — No Comments
Where the Jones Family lived.
The Stringam Ranch was situated on the Alberta/Montana border, midway between the town-opolis of Milk River and the village-opolis of Del Bonita.
My father elected to send…
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Husby and middle son, Duff
Spinning Music
Every weekend for over twenty years, Mikey’s Music Machine entertained groups of families.
It was a DJ company.
Catering particularly to school, church, community…
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I was kicked out of a restaurant.
Once.
Oh, not literally.
It was more a politely-worded, “Would you please leave.”
But it amounted to the same thing.
Only with less violence.
But it was the irony of the situation that’s most memorable.
Maybe I should explain . . .
My Husby and I were out with a group of family/friends.
All parents.
I thought I should point that out.
Moving on . . .
We had just finished a…
ContinueAdded by Diane Stringam Tolley on April 19, 2012 at 9:45am — No Comments
Spare.
The best part of the school day.
The period when one catches up on things.
Gossip.
Flirting.
Sleep.
Okay, I admit it, one could even catch up on school work.
If one was so inclined.
I, however . .…
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Dad was attending school in Glenwood Alberta.
Sixth grade.
The school building had been constructed when there were far less students.
Every available space was pressed into service.
Every available space.
Dad and his classmates were meeting in what had originally been the foyer.
The big front doors had been fastened shut and covered with several layers of ‘train car paper’.
I’m not sure what that is, but it sounds tough.
And…
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