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Excerpts from LOVE, LAUGHTER, AND TEARS Edition and ALBERTA CENTENNIAL Edition The Jasper Bear He crossed the tracks and hurried to the little store. Pleased with himself, he browsed a bit, then, with the bear and a small box of candy in hand, he approached the counter. He waited while the saleslady wrapped the purchases. Ready to pay, he reached into the inner pocket for his credit card. It wasn't there. He searched, then, through the other pockets, pulling out a lipstick and a piece of Kleenex. "This isn't my coat," he said, shocked, as the saleslady looked at him, oddly. "This is my wife's coat."
......................................... Who Am I Who I am... Who I am... Who I am... Who I am... ......................................... Pour La Mére Let's pretend that night will never come. I won't have to turn off the light for you. Let's pretend we're seeing Les Misérables again, and the music is sending chills down my arms. Let's pretend we're back in that hotel room, talking about life and forgiveness. We're discussing human nature. Let's pretend this hotel isn't dirty and noisy. Let's pretend that the curtains match. Let's pretend we're on that road trip, eating unsalted pretzels and making up words to the songs on the radio. .........................................
Mum's Teeth Mum was eighty-two years old when she died, totally unexpectedly. That day she'd been out to a fun park and I guess just had too much for her heart to cope with. The previous November my husband and I had taken her to Egypt where she'd climbed pyramids, ridden a camel and awakened each morning to see the sunrise from the deck of our floating Nile Hotel-ship. My husband carried a folding chair for her while we toured the ruins of Luxor and tombs of the Valley of the Kings. I carried an umbrella, my usual habit, as a shelter from the midday sun. She refused both. ......................................... A Place Of My Own When I would fly away to Mars In my submarine, old Bink and I Sometimes we never went away ......................................... Excerpts from the ALBERTA CENTENNIAL Edition The Fifty Dollar House While in that house my parents had four boys and me, Ethel. We were all born at home with the Doctor popping by at night, on his bike, to check. My sister, Agnes was fourteen when I was born. She was a good helper for our mother. My mother handled all the money and she bought 3 1/3 acres of land along the creek to the city. She also bought a small house, four rooms and a bath on 12th Street on the South East Hill for $50 cash. ......................................... An Alberta Pioneer He had to dig a well; there were no streams or rivers near. There was no firewood. The buffalo were gone, so no dried chips were available., although bleached skulls and low churned ground where they had wallowed could be seen. Prairie fires had burned unchecked and only small bushes, silver willow and buck brush survived. There was a ten-mile trek to lakes where there were trees big enough to cut for firewood. They needed to dry and cure before they would produce much heat or burn easily. ......................................... Take Care Of My Baby The tight grip on Mary's arm told her to pay attention. Words, barely audible, were spoken by the woman who had given birth to her thirteenth child two hours earlier. "Take care of my baby," she said. The grip loosened and she was gone. "I'll take care of your baby," replied Mary. She looked at the face that had spoken the words. The pain was gone and peace had taken over. Beside the woman, bundled up in soft flannel, lay her newly born baby girl. ......................................... Hot Calgary Winter Cora was a knockout Samba, mambo, tango, cha cha She moved with pure wild animal grace
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