Acold March wind howled around the eaves of the Jackson farmhouse. Inside, Andrew and Rose Jackson sat at the dining room table with their morning coffee, their breakfast dishes still on the table in front of them. Andrew cleared his throat. “I haven’t got all morning,” he said. “We’ll have to get her down here
The Jacksons – for Apr. 2, 2009
The Jacksons – for Mar. 19, 2009
Andrew Jackson set his coffee cup down on the table and looked up from the sheet of paper he had been studying for the past few minutes. Rose sat across the table from him, silent. A bitterly cold north wind howled by the dining room window outside but it wasn’t the wind or the cold
The Jacksons – for Mar. 5, 2009
The sun shone brightly in through the windows of the shop on the Jackson’s yard, inside which Andrew and Randy stood together, staring at the old Case 5240 tractor that stood somewhat forlornly in the middle of the floor. A small oil smudge on the ground underneath the engine indicated that the tractor might need
The Jacksons – for Feb. 19, 2009
The rain didn’t come till Monday, fortunately. Sunday night was family dinner night at the Jacksons, and if the roads on Sunday had been anything like what the roads had become by Monday night Brady would have had to stay in Winnipeg, which would have made it a partial-family dinner and that’s just not the
The Jacksons – for Feb. 5, 2009
Andrew Jackson cranked the steering wheel to the right and skidded his pickup truck onto the icy yard of the service station in the middle of town, just managing to miss the gas pump on his way by. “I really need to remember to slow down in this weather,” he thought, as he put the
The Jacksons – for Dec. 18, 2008
I just can’t believe it’s Christmastime again, already.” Rose Jackson stood at the kitchen counter, watching her mixer swirl its way through a batch of Christmas cookie dough. “It seems like just yesterday I was doing all this.” “Actually this is what you were doing yesterday,” said Andrew looking up from the newspaper he was
The Jacksons – for Dec. 4, 2008
They say it might be as bad as it was during the Great Depression. Some days when the wind blows hard and you can see the dust swirling across the fields and forming dunes in the dry, empty ditches you can almost imagine what it must have been like back then. The current lack of
The Jacksons – for Nov. 20, 2008
Darkness had fallen several hours earlier and a cold wind howled through the branches of the giant elm tree in the front yard of the Jackson house. Inside however, all was warm and cosy, the dining room light shining brightly on the four people sitting around the table. Andrew and Rose were there, of course,
The Jacksons – for Oct. 30, 2008
Well, there you have it. The federal election campaign is history. The election itself is over. The status quo has been carefully maintained and Canadians have returned to their favourite pastime – that is, watching the U. S. election campaign on TV. Which is a lot more entertaining than watching the Canadian election campaign on
The Jacksons – for Oct. 16, 2008
Some years it’s easier to be thankful than others. It’s a bit tough this year. As summers go, it’s been a less-than-memorable one, at least in the weather department. Also in the football department, if you happen to be a Blue Bomber fan. Then there’s the economic chaos engulfing the United States and threatening our
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