A long time ago, this was a winter when the lake had frozen over with good ice and there was almost a main highway across.
Some places came up with almost minus 40 but not for long.
Here we go starting out another month and a lot colder too. But at least it’s more like winter.
On Sunday afternoon last we had the pleasure of having the Grassy Plains church choir drop in for some music and singing.
Every once in a while my school days pop up in my memory.
Here we are just about back to normal again after losing our power for a few hours.
John Keefe, and old-timer and I were talking this morning over coffee and we both do not remember Tchesinkut Lake not freezing over.
I have been told that once wolves get started on killing cattle they will not stop.
I’ll start my viewpoint with the words of an very popular Christmas song “It’s beginning to look at lot like Christmas.”
It was wonderful news to see headlined in our local paper.
It’s the start of a special month, Christmas, meaning so much to all of, young or not so young.
I hope this week to get caught up with my viewpoint as last week I was a bit behind.
It was very interesting this morning to have Allen Stanyer Jr. stop in and show me his guitar he had made right from scratch
This weekend we have our time change and this always upsets me as it takes me about a week to figure things out.
I have written about ‘The Big Dry’ in the big depression years but I will finish off with a little story that I put in some years ago.
Last Tuesday evening the Lakes District Arts Council came up with a wonderful evening entertainments with guitar music out of this world.
Another moose kill, a cow moose and her calf. This was on Hopper’s Hill or some call it the summit on Hwy. 35.
It’s hard to realized that fall is sneaking up on us. There is a little more bite to the breeze, makes us wonder where has summer gone.
Last week was a special week for the residents of the Tweedsmuir House.
September started out with a real thunder storm and lightning too.
