Lodger Tales
I became a lodger when I turned 18 in July 1966. My mother asked me to leave home, since I had started work full-time and she had her hands full with four more children. I had been the man of the house for several years, and with a full-time job, was prickly with independence and likely a bit of a pain for her. I was welcome to come by for Sunday lunch. Read more
Fun: Fish, Fowel, Float, Fire
1969: summer evenings at bush camps in northern Saskatchewan and Manitoba were long and lazy. And if the helicopter or geophysical instrumentation was acting up, the Scintrex geophysics crew I was a part of played. There was little to do other than read, swim in the lake, play Monopoly, eat and fish. Fish abounded in the pristine waters. The helicopter pilot and mechanic were passionate and vocal about the joys of fishing. We ate a lot of their passion -walleye and bass, and wondered at the giant size and slashing teeth of the pikes. Read more
