Cranberry Portage has been evacuated as a wildfire closes in on the tiny community . My paternal grandmother and her partner Val lived in Cr...

  Whose idea was it to add breading or batter to fish? Fish is delicious when fried or seared, rich in flavour and texture. Breading it just...

During the 1970s, we drove to Cranberry Portage many times to visit my paternal grandmother. Grandma had an old Singer sewing machine wi...

While scanning the family collection of negatives, I came across an entire roll of film shot out of focus. I have no idea how this could ...

The author in a snowsuit in Thompson sometime in 1971 or 1972.  There's a lot more snow there today. Wear your mittens! I'...

Today is National Aboriginal Day in Canada, but despite growing up in northern Manitoba I feel woefully unqualified to speak to the comp...

Val Head has died, and I'll be going to Cranberry Portage to pay my respects on Monday. Val took care of Grandma for many decades - l...

Grandma Woods passed away yesterday. Pictured above are Sean and I with Grandma and her partner of over 40 years, Val Head, in 2009, the ...

My cousin David Newton called my attention to this Winnipeg Free Press story about Streamer's , the independent hardware store in Cra...

Oof! Judging by the falling page hits garnered by this series of posts, I guess I'm among the few who finds these book covers amusing...

Mom or Dad shot this sometime in the late 1980s on a trip to visit Grandma in Cranberry Portage, Manitoba. I wasn't on that trip, but...

Cranberries and Christmas go together like...well, turkey and cranberry sauce, I guess. Christmas also goes well with Cranberry Portage, M...

Here we are visiting Grandma and Val in Cranberry Portage, Manitoba.  My shirt reads "Silence Please - Genius at Work." I'd ...

Sometimes television producers are forced by circumstance to create the dreaded clip show , an episode created by using a cheap framing stor...

The amusing highlights of a long journey home.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 As we drove northeast, I scanned the horizon for the smokestack I knew awaited us, a silent herald of the tiny mi...