A small butterfly had a big impact on this classroom of students. | Alma Barkman photo

Remembering the orange and black miracle

An impromptu science lesson taught students and teacher alike important lessons about the metamorphosis of life

The air quality in our old school built in 1922 was not the least enhanced by the fact that all the farm boys did chores in the same big boots they wore to school. It would have taken a strong air freshener indeed to neutralize the smell of stale farmers’ gold mingled with sweaty socks. […] Read more

Banished to the big front yard for our periodic indiscretions, we 
roamed about at will, nosing into all the things a little girl and her puppy might find. | File photo

Farm dog finds there’s more than one way to fetch the cow

Toddling around in our big front yard one summer day, I heard whimpering sounds coming from the vicinity of the lilac hedge. I stopped to listen. This was definitely something new. I started walking along the lilac hedge, parting the leaves as I went. Suddenly a white leghorn hen flew out in a flurry of […] Read more

For all the years I spent as a little girl, our shady front yard and the rambling old house that stood in the middle of it sheltered me from many of the harsh realities of life. | Getty Images

Old farmhouse gave shelter from life’s harsh realities

It takes a lot of living to make a house a home, and our house saw a lot of living. As a child I tried to imagine our sprawling farmhouse as the local showpiece it had apparently once been, painted in white with pale green gingerbread moldings above the triple bay windows. By the time […] Read more


The author remembers wild roses growing along the sand knoll on the family’s farm. | Alma Barkman photo

Wildflowers were a source of welcome colour

Violets, roses, marsh marigolds and tiger lilies were among the blooms that added highlights to a prairie landscape

Shaded by dozens of big trees, the farmyard of my childhood was not the best place to grow flowers, so anything with the least bit of colour captured my curious young eyes. Wild violets growing here and there in the shady patches of the river bush were usually yellow but purple violets were at a […] Read more

Annual clash over rhubarb masked affectionate relationship

I can’t recall how Bunyan and Poka got their nicknames, but they were neighbours in the small village about two kilometres from our farm. Although Bunyan didn’t own a blue ox, his one source of pride was a team of horses called Queenie and King. Whenever they emerged from the little thatched barn in which […] Read more


Pleasure and pain, laughter and sorrow, good times and bad, all seemed to melt together into the unfathomable depths of Grandma Clearwater’s dark brown eyes. | Family photo

Role model of stability remembered

A visit to Grandmother’s house may not have brought fawning adoration, but important lessons were learned just the same

Over the sand hill, down across the red bridge, around the corner, and the clump of poplars that sheltered my grandparents’ homestead came into view. As we turned up the lane after a spring shower, I looked back from the rumble seat of my Uncle Clark’s Model A roadster and watched the tire marks unraveling […] Read more

Finding a skunk under the porch was bad enough, but then the school inspector made a visit. | Getty Images

Black and white threat was cause for alarm

The arrival of the school inspector was almost as dreaded an occasion as a skunk making itself at home on the farm

Skunks made regular calls to our chicken house, cranky old clucks notwithstanding. I went to gather eggs one day and as I approached, there was a black and white “kitty” we didn’t own looking out at me from the hen house. I beat a hasty retreat with my basket, while the skunk just ambled off […] Read more

The joys of learning to skate at the rink of hard knocks

I was 13 years old when I got my first pair of skates for Christmas. From then on, I imagined myself gracefully sliding across the surface of the outdoor rink in the village about two kilometres distant. I was too afraid to venture that far on cross-country skis (have you ever been alone in the […] Read more


Long-awaited accordion produced a miracle of music

Of all the instruments stacked beside the piano in our living room, my brother’s big Hohner accordion was my favourite. If only I had a smaller one just like it. Eaton’s mail order catalogue was most accommodating, featuring a little 12 bass accordion on its pages. Not only that, but customers could make full use […] Read more

Dad bought a Massey Harris Twin 101 tractor the month I was born, so I always felt a kinship with it. | Screencap via mbagmuseum.ca

Eccentric implements kept farm rumbling

The author’s father was always rounding up quirky makes and models of tractors, while many of the cars could be cranky

On the quarter-section farm where I grew up, we had an odd collection of cars and machinery that growled, roared, rumbled, whined or snorted across the land. Some became exasperatingly silent, like the 1931 Studebaker that would seldom start on a Saturday night when I was excited to go shopping at the “big” town 20 […] Read more