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From Prairie to Prairie Part II: Arriving and Making a Home in Saskatoon

So, when I came to Saskatchewan, I had this thought in my head: I am never going to say goodbye again.

From Prairie to Prairie, Part I: Leaving Vietnam

Ba Hung TranOctober 3, 2024Saskatchewan History and Folklore SocietySaskatchewan, history, boat people, Vietnam, Ba Hung Tran, Immigration

A Prairie Boy's Adventure on the West Coast

Earl PatonJuly 12, 2024Saskatchewan History and Folklore SocietyEarl Paton, Saskatchewan, seasonal labour, west coast

Fence-Line Legacies: The Story of Maria Latham

In the stories, Maria was remembered as “an attractive and rather alluring widow called Queen Lady Farmer by her neighbours.”

The Secret Transformation

Kiyas, a long time ago there was a very successful trapper named Hubert who travelled across Saskatchewan on the many lakes and rivers in this land. The odd thing about this trapper was that he always travelled alone.

Orland the Roogaroo

My cousin Orland was such a joker. When we were young, we lived on a road allowance. We were always left at home to do things. I had to do housework, and my cousin had to do the outside work.

My Ukrainian Heritage

For as long as I can remember, holidays like Christmas Eve and Easter were accompanied by Ukrainian foods like perogies (varenyky!), holobci, nalysnyky, pyrysky, borscht, scuffles, and poppy rolls, among others. When I was young these were brought by my Baba and aunties. Now, we try our best to replicate the recipes—the most precious are the handwritten copies on worn and dirty paper. More often than not, my dad will declare the result does not quite rival his memory.

My Saskatchewan Childhood

Like our parents, we all loved horses so working with them was no hardship. In the morning we helped with all preparations - bringing the horses in from the night pasture, feeding and harnessing them before breakfast, watering them and coupling the outfit and opening and closing gates to whatever field Dad was working.

Carmen MooreCarmen MooreNovember 9, 2022Moore, Alsask, Horses, Farming, Childhood, Saskatchewan, chores

Grandma’s Little Helper

My family memories are filled with stories of my Michif grandmother. Her name is Flora Marie Trottier. She married my grandpa Joe Caron. Her parents were Jean Baptiste Trottier and Melanie Lemire and my grandma was born at Round Prairie.

Home is … Perogies

This is home to me. Yes, a big roaster of delicate, melt-in-your-mouth perogies, dusted with fried onions, chopped bacon, and too much artery-clogging, hydrogenated, melted, margarine. This confused extravert/introvert, and a wanna-be writer will make the connection. Please be patient with me.

Rosalie Lepine and Her Miraculous Cure

Charles didn’t give up, so he took his beloved wife to Battleford to another doctor. Can you imagine the ride from St. Laurent to Battleford? It was probably on the Carlton trail. Charles was desperate when he presented her to the doctor in Battleford. The doctor could not help. She was sent home again. When they got back to St. Laurent, Charles didn’t know what to do.

The Glorious, Ever-Joyous Ukrainian Weddings of Old

1963 was a record year for attending lively and colourful Ukrainian weddings at the Rainbow Hall in Canora and the Burgis Beach Hall, Good Spirit Lake, just two miles from our family farm. That summer our family took in a wedding every single Saturday for more than two months – 9 in all!