’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.

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


The Jacksons

From the Sept. 18, 2014 issue of the Manitoba Co-operator

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. 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