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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

Hamiota woman rides in India

Sole representative from Canada participates in endurance ride Excited to be the sole rider to represent Canada, Prue Critchley shared her passion for endurance riding on India soil this year. Critchley, who lives between Hamiota and Shoal Lake with her husband Andrew, received an official invitation to participate in the Himalayan Endurance Ride competition from


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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

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


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The weather these last few weeks, here in the Jacksons’ neck of the woods, has been like the voters every American news channel has dragged kicking and screaming into their newsrooms for live, on-air interviews. Undecided. Not warm certainly, but not really cold either. Rainy sometimes, but not really raining. Sometimes a few snowflakes have

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You seem out of sorts Dad.” Randy Jackson leaned back in his chair as he spoke, and pushed his empty plate away. The other people at the table, Randy’s wife Jackie, his sister Jennifer and his mother and father, Rose and Andrew, kept eating, although it was clear they were nearly through as well. A

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Andrew Jackson pulled his pickup truck into the last parking spot in front of the café and turned off the engine. As he stepped out a gust of wind swirled up and blew the old John Deere hat right off his head. He watched it sail up over the faded restaurant sign and had just


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Jennifer Jackson stood at the dining room window of the Jackson house gazing out across the yard and up the driveway and down the empty beyond. “I thought they were going to be here at two o’clock,” she said. “Where the heck are they?” Andrew looked up from the sports section. “As Winnie the Pooh

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Andrew Jackson opened his eyes slowly and gazed out across the lake. The brim of his hat was pulled down almost to his nose for shade but still the sun shone so brightly he couldn’t help but squint. A dragonfly hovered overhead for a second, then landed and perched on the straw brim just inches