Two weeks ago, it was dark and raining lightly, as we drove the familiar prairie road toward Benson. When we turned off onto the dirt road leading to Queen Street and the main entry into the hamlet I asked Gerry to stop the car so I could snap a photo of the hamlet. We drove…
Month: September 2015
Trespassing At The Tiny House
In March of 2010 we were in Saskatchewan to look at a farm we were considering purchasing for our retirement about an hour and a half north-east from Benson. We took a slight detour on our way back home from the farm to stop by the tiny house in Benson. It was snowing lightly when…
A Tiny House in Benson
My Uncle Albert died suddenly one cold December day in 2001 at his home in Benson, Saskatchewan. He had lived in the little house in the hamlet of Benson for most of his life, his father’s people building the house next door to their own after their son–Albert’s dad, Tenor–died in 1932 when the young…
Heading Toward My Heart’s Home
It strikes me as odd sometimes that the area of my beloved province of Saskatchewan that I hold most dear is not the city I grew up in, but instead is an area southeast of the city where we traveled to often to visit my grandma, aunt, and uncles when I was a kid. The…
Moose Jaw Days
Last week at this time Gerry and I were on the beautiful Saskatchewan prairie. It’s no secret to anyone who knows me how much I love the prairie how our time there nourished my soul. The weather was not the best; instead of endless blue skies with puffy white cumulus clouds on the horizon we…