Those of you who knew Grandma (or anyone else living in the area in 1936) probably heard her talk about the time she was pregnant with my uncle, while my aunt was a toddler, and the huge fire burned from the mountains right to the edge of Calgary going through the ranch. If it’s not a story you’re familiar with, here’s a link to her memories of that day.

As I was sifting through some old photos, I came across photos of the aftermath of the fire!

Can I say one more time how grateful I am that Grandma took the time to label so many of these photos and to write down so much of her history (her-story)? She’s left enough behind that I’ve been able to begin to write her-story out so that all of the written (and taped) memories she left can be in one place. It was a time that seems so distant now, but also still so close to who we all are. Just people walking each other home.