“Auction sales are kind of a sad time…”
I was reading Armin Wiebe’s latest book Grandmother, Laughing when I came across this part where the character Tien says, “Auction sales are a kind […]
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Uncovering a Sense of My Local Identity
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
A Never-Before-Seen Pic From My Grandparents’ Wedding Day!
When I was a girl, I spent many many hours with my paternal grandmother on our family’s Kleefeld dairy farm. Milking cows. Pitching straw bales. […]
Love Letter to Rural Ditches
I’m a farm girl. I grew up on a small family dairy farm, located between the communities of Kleefeld, Grunthal, and St. Pierre-Jolys. While I […]
Dealing with My Menno-shame
A while ago I was interviewed by our local newspaper, The Carillon. It was an article about this very website, Mennotoba, and I said some stuff […]