That’s where we are tonight, old marrieds in Wayne, Alberta. I’ve been hunting for ancient Kishkans in the Provincial Archives in Edmonton and the Drumheller Cemetery. Surprising discoveries which I’ll write about later (think squatters rather than homesteaders…). A certain poignancy to finding names on old microfilm and realizing how surprised those new Canadians would be to know that three generations later, a young couple has settled in Edmonton, across the river from a later 1st generation home in Beverly; and that their little child hears magpies every day (my father loved magpies). How the world changes, and doesn’t. My father also loved prairie crocuses, which are in bloom on the hills above Wayne —
...Theresa Kishkan 