Prince Albert Tales
It was February 1967. Fay and I had lived in Prince Albert just seven months. We saw in the news that Prince Albert was about to host its fourth Winter Festival – wow – Dog Sled Races – King Trapper Events – Buckskin Parade – Jigging Contest – Fiddle Contest – Malamute Saloon - A Festival Queen Pageant
Dec. 24, 2019 – Christmas Eve – we went to a 9:00 p.m. church service. We were scheduled to fly to Victoria the next day, but as we left the church, we were informed that a snow storm was brewing. We rushed home – threw our suitcases in the car and headed for Saskatoon.
It is Friday, December 20th, and I sit at my computer with no real pressing matters to take care of. ( I know my English teacher would say, “Do not end a sentence with a preposition!” and others might say, “What? No pressing matters at the height of the pre - Christmas hype!”)