My dad was born and grew up in rural Alberta. Despite the picturesque place names dotting the map—Grassy Lake, Manyberries, Purple Springs, the incredible Medicine Hat—it is, I understand, an unforgiving and largely featureless landscape. Flat, dry, monotonous. I once read a journal written by one of his forebears who had come out as a homesteader in th…
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