How did this happen?” Rose Jackson stood at the window staring out into the yard. Andrew looked up from his newspaper. “How did what happen?” he asked. “It’s September the 14th,” said Rose. “I could have sworn that just yesterday it was June. And now it’s halfway through September and Calgary is buried under six
The Jacksons
From the Sept. 18, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
The Jacksons
From the Sept. 4, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
All I’m saying,” said Grant Toews as Andrew Jackson pulled up a chair and sat down at their usual table in the Café, “is that I don’t understand the point of a publication whose only purpose seems to be fear-mongering, misinformation, and dire warnings about the future, and none of it based on any kind
The Jacksons
From the Aug. 21, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator
Grandmaaaa!” Rose Jackson looked up from her book to see her granddaughter Allison come running up the walk at full speed, a towel draped around her shoulders and her hair flying behind her in the wind. The little girl ran nimbly up the stairs onto the deck and launched herself into the air, landing directly
The Jacksons
You don’t look happy dear,” Rose Jackson said, as her daughter Jennifer plopped herself down on her usual chair at the Jackson table. “What’s up?” Jennifer rested her chin in her hands and stared at the tabletop for a while before she answered. “Who knows?” she said. “I’m a teenager. I’m supposed to be miserable
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Rose Jackson placed a bookmark carefully between the pages of her book, then laid the book down on the end table as she curled her legs underneath herself on the couch and leaned up against Andrew, who was stretched out, legs resting on the old tapestry-covered ottoman, reading a section of the Saturday paper. A
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“Cold enough for ya?” Grant Toews grinned as Andrew and Rose Jackson sat down at the table in the café where Grant and his wife Karen were already halfway through their breakfast. Rose shivered, and scowled at the same time. “If I had a dollar for every time somebody’s asked me that in the last
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“It’s like living in Narnia!” Brady Jackson stomped the snow off of his boots in the entry of the Jackson’s house, and then reached out to help his wife, Amanda, out of her coat. “This winter is just endless!” “It’s worse than Narnia,” said Andrew from his seat at the dining room table. “It may
The Jacksons, Feb. 28, 2013
Rose Jackson set her coffee cup down on the table and stared at her husband Andrew across the table for a moment. “So let me get this straight darling,” she said. “You told the kids that I wanted to move to town?” Andrew nodded apprehensively. “And then,” said Rose, “you suggested that Randy and Jackie
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“Good job clearing the snow off the yard this morning, Dad,” said Randy Jackson as he poured himself a cup of coffee in the Jacksons’ kitchen. “Remember when that used to be Brady’s job?” Andrew laughed and set his own cup down on the table. “I try hard not to,” he said, “but some things
The Jacksons
“It was just one of the 2×6 studs in the exterior wall,” said Andrew. “Those studs shrink in the cold, just like everything else does. Every so often the cold will actually make one of them split or crack and that’s what that big bang was. Bernie Belfour says when it gets this cold, living
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