In the middle of winter when I have to shovel a path to fill the bird feeder I remember a story by a Canadian writer about her father clearing a path through the snow to fill his bird feeders. Even in the middle of a bitter winter, he never forgot to feed his birds. She …
Memories of my father
“Daddy, I shot a bear.”
"Daddy, I shot a bear." "Hot spit! Did you have a tag?" "No." "I will fly down and help you with it." He flew from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, YXE, in his two seat, Green and White Citabria airplane, to Dawson Creek, British Columbia, YDQ, 973.90 air miles, to help me flesh and stretch my …
My father died with dog hair on his carpet
On March 17th 1998, my father died. When he died he left behind his ex-wife, my mother, who loved him. He left behind his two biological children, my brother, Neal,and myself, who loved him. He left behind three grandchildren, Kelsey, Taylor and Piper, who loved him. He left behind his second wife, …
