Good morning Mom.” Jennifer Jackson yawned widely as she appeared in the dining room where her mother Rose was seated at the table reading a newspaper and enjoying her morning cup of coffee. Rose looked up from her paper. “Good morning sweetie,” she said. “How was your sleep?” Jennifer yawned again and ran her fingers
Morning breakfast after the party
The Jacksons, from the Feb. 12, 2015 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
A warm January, with no roving bands of coyotes
The Jacksons, from the Jan. 29, 2015 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
I keep expecting to hear geese flying overhead.” Brady Jackson looked up at the sky through the curved glass walls of his parents’ brand new sunroom. “It feels absolutely like spring out there.” “It certainly looks like spring,” said Andrew. “Early spring. Grey and dreary and mucky.” “I don’t like it,” said Rose. “It’s too
Fuel-efficiency and the tarsands last gasp
The Jacksons, from the Jan. 15, 2015 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
So I see you drove over here Andrew,” said Grant Toews as he leaned back in his chair and picked up his cup of coffee to take a drink. “Three blocks too long of a walk for you? Or did you just not want to put on your warm socks this morning?” Andrew Jackson looked
’Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was stirring
The Jacksons, From the January 1, 2015 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Rose Jackson sat comfortably in the corner of the sectional couch in the living room of the Jackson farmhouse. Her two grandchildren nestled in beside her, four-year-old Allison on her right and little Andy on her left, waiting impatiently for her to open the book she held in her hands. “Are we ready?” said Rose.
A bit ‘o Irish and politics
The Jacksons, from the Dec.11, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson sat with his back to the window of the café on Main Street, waiting. Outside a cold winter wind whipped the snow across the pavement and piled it up in shallow drifts on the sidewalk. Storekeepers emerged periodically from their doorways to clear the walk, piling the snow up against the curbs, but
The Jacksons
From the Nov. 27, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson stamped his feet on the step to remove the snow from his boots and then stepped into the house where Rose greeted him from the kitchen. “How’s the weather?” she wanted to know. “Pretty nice,” said Andrew. “It’s not windy anyway which is the important thing.” He hung his parka up in the
The Jacksons
From the Nov. 13, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson stepped out of his front door and into the surprisingly warm autumn air. Zipping up his bomber jacket and adjusting his excellent new outback hat, he shoved his hands into his pockets and set off up Third Street towards downtown. Turning right on First Avenue he stopped for a moment to survey the
The Jacksons
From the Oct. 30, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Brady Jackson set his bottle of Bulldog Amber down on the arm of his Adirondack chair and shaded his eyes with his hand, looking out across the yard to where a flock of sheep grazed peacefully off in the distance. “This seems very strange,” he said. “What seems strange?” said his brother Randy, who occupied
The Jacksons
From the Oct. 16, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Well darling? What do you think?” Andrew Jackson sat down on the chaise-lounge end of the new sectional couch and heaved a contented sigh. The sound of a car somewhere close by wafted in through the slightly opened patio door behind him, only to be drowned out by the sudden honking of a flock of
The Jacksons
From the Oct. 2, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Andrew Jackson leaned back in his chair and rapped his knuckles on the table. “I call this meeting of the Jackson Amalgamated Agricultural Enterprises to order,” he said in the most official tone he could muster. “Let’s get down to business.” To his evident surprise, conversation around the table actually stopped. “OK,” he said. “I
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