
Wong Bark Ging 黃柏振 : A History of My Father’s Market Gardens
One hundred years ago my father stepped onto Canadian soil for the first time. It wasn’t until he passed away…
One hundred years ago my father stepped onto Canadian soil for the first time. It wasn’t until he passed away…
Disclaimer: Due to the importance around the legal designation of Indian status, this article sometimes uses the term “Indian” to…
Surrounded by rows of towering tomato, cucumber and pepper plants in a greenhouse near Edmonton, I marvelled at tapas from…
With the last blast of winter gusto already forgotten and double-digit weather on the horizon, now’s the time to start…
Craftwork, as a hobby, has seen a resurgence of popularity recently. Knitting for example, has become a social act with…
The owner of any historic home will wonder about the generations that have lived within its walls. When I recently…
As a kid, I remember the downtown Woodward’s store as a treasure trove of sights, sounds, and smells. It was the…
The Canadian National Railway Pullman train bustled through the Rocky Mountains on the way from Vancouver headed for a stop…
Advertisements promoting the “Last Best West”—a frontier open to all pioneers—have become an ingrained part of the Canadian national mythology. Like…
Read The Last Black West: Oklahoma Freedmen Seek Refuge in Alberta, Part 1. As we noted in Part 1, early…
There is a fascinating series of photos in the Hubert Hollingworth Collection at the City of Edmonton Archives which shows men…
During one of the most tumultuous times in European history, Jake Superstein was born in Pinsk, Poland, into an Orthodox Jewish…