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COLUMN: Tales from the Gravel Ridge - The privilege of a free education in a safe environment (opens the original)
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On Sept. 9 this year the world once more had the opportunity to observe the “International Day to Protect Education from Attack”, an observation that has occurred annually since its enactment in 2020. Those of us who were born in Canada, and received our formal education in Canadian schools can scarcely wrap our minds on the reality that such an enactment is necessary. Sadly we are informed that attacks on education have risen sharply in the world over the past two years. When my fellow classmat
COLUMN: Tales from the Gravel Ridge - The laughter of August from a fresh perspective (opens the original)
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To my mind there is something slightly melancholic about the month of August when it rolls around in our part of the world. According to The Song My Paddle Sings, the poem written by E. Pauline Johnson, “…August is laughing across the sky”. To my mind the very meaning of laughter doesn’t necessarily negate a sense of melancholy. Indeed we may have valid reasons for sadness, but that doesn’t exclude laughter. And in any event, we know that as we approach the month of September we may well have to
COLUMN: Tales from the Gravel Ridge - The delights of foraging for fruit (opens the original)
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For youngsters, foraging for fruit on our Rosengard farm had few downsides, if any. Mosquitoes might, on occasion, be an inconvenience but not as a rule, given that berry-picking usually occurred during the heat of the day. We were fortunate to have a number of varieties of wild fruit on our property, including saskatoon berries, chokecherries, high bush cranberries and plums. Our parents, having been accustomed to the luscious fruits that grew in abundance in the orchards of Ukraine, before the
COLUMN: Tales from the Gravel Ridge - Memories of mountains (opens the original)
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We had mountains in our community. In the conventional sense of the word they were not really mountains, but when the snowplough first made its way down the gravel ridge in Rosengard many decades ago, it looked for all the world as if they were mountains. The snowfall must have been exceptionally heavy that year, back in the 1950s, and to the eyes of Rosengard’s children those enormous mounds of snow must surely have taken on the features of mountains. If truth be told we all knew that longer ho
COLUMN: Tales from the Gravel Ridge - The many gifts of music (opens the original)
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The specific treasures that were imparted to us by our parents Cornelius Falk and Katarina Sudermann Falk throughout our lives are unique to us as a family, and irreplaceable. To my mind this was particularly so during the approximately two decades when our family lived in the community of Rosengard located on the gravel ridge, some 15 kms southwest of Steinbach. In terms of numbers, my three younger brothers, and I are now the only surviving siblings of our onetime large immediate family. Never
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