EDITORIAL & OPINION -- ODDS 'N' SODS -- Paternal spring

In the spring of my first year at Central Manitoba Mines, in 1925, I took my eldest boy, Hod, out of school and into the gold camp with me. He was overgrown for his age, not yet 16, and I...

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