No Ice-Cream
The trauma of childhood dentistry is deeply ingrained.
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The trauma of childhood dentistry is deeply ingrained.
Click on your worst nightmare for details.
My voice and most of my other senses, were drowned out by the sound of 10,000 horse-power bursting to life.
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Tommy Douglas gained his status as The Greatest Canadian by practicing a “roll up your sleeves, get to work, and make a better world”, variety of socialism.
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Two of Sedley’s citizens defended their principals and died in the process.
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Despite the deep freeze, residents suffering from cabin fever and thirsting for human contact, ventured out of their dwellings and made their way to the High House.
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“Why’nt we have a little contest?” Marvin slurred.
Click on the empty saloon to see who wins.
As I crossed the threshold of the porch, reality stayed behind on Claire Street, and I entered a world apart.
Click here for a shoemaker’s prediction.
“I bet you can’t get this thing over 80 mph by the railroad tracks.”
Click on the Ford for a reckless ride.
“So, Charlie, are you pleading Guilty or Not Guilty?”
Click on the gavel to see how Charlie pleads.
I relate to several of W.O. Mitchell’s characters, Brian the boy growing up on the prairie, Hugh the reckless teenager, Jake the philosopher/hired man, and maybe just a little of Saint Sammy, the madman.
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