That little song by the Statler Brothers has been going through my head lately. If I had graduated from high school it would have been in that year – 1957. Can’t recall what provincial government was in power in those days, but most BC rural schools only went to Grade 10. To get your Grades…

…… I am a resident of Silver Birch Lodge Seniors Residence . My husband and I reside in one of the North facing units, located within a stone’s throw from Highway 16. Directly across the highway on the south side are the remains of a huge fire-ravaged hotel and a series of smaller businesses. The…

Delayed Trials for Abusers Why are trials for those accused of and/or having confessed to sexual crimes against children delayed for years, sometimes for decades????!!!!! When a crime is committed by a person with a mental disorder, there are facilities where they can be housed , medicated and assessed They are under guard so they…

There is Power in the Crowd Let me tell you how I woke up. I was on the busMoving up the street -when we reached MainAnd Hastings -we were stopped by a crowdOf protesters. How they marched down the through wayWith signs and banners flying in the summer breeze.“What are they protesting?” I asked the…

[From”The Boy On The Road and other stories.” Copyright 2002/2003  ISBN 0-9684789 ] I SURE DO MISS HER “I still say ‘we’ though she’s been gone for a year…” Billy paused in the midst of his monologue with me hardly listening at all, intent as I was on building a pump-house before the cold weather…

Short story from short story book published 2003 THE BOY ON THE ROAD by Doris Ray Dave rolled down his side window and relaxed back behind the wheel of his dust-spattered pickup truck. “This has to be the strangest November weather I’ve ever seen…” he thought with mild amazement. “No frost, not a flake of…

HOOKED ON HISTORY When I passed into “The Age of Maturity” (80) I gradually began giving up on any new ideas to change the world as I knew it. Since 1972 my world had revolved around developing a sense of belonging and love for this beautiful stretch of geography known as the Omineca Lakes District…

LOVE Funny thing about loveIt pops up at the Darndest times. Love helps to remind us There is a God and He communicates In mysterious Ways I watched a videoAbout a young man Who’d left this earthly plane Behind With its splashy instances ofJoy and jubilationInterspersed with hurdlesThat he’d always managed to Overcome Until one…

‘Progressive Revelation’ makes so much sense to me. That within the time frames of human existence, Souls of chosen individuals are blessed with the wisdom of Our Creator, To teach us how to proceed in the development of a global community, Where every living being matters. matters.