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On March 12, 2000, when my dad was 90 years and 2 days old, he phoned me and asked outright: "Guess what I'm going to do?"
I replied, "Dad, I wouldn't have a clue!"
"I'm going to write a book! The story of my life!"
John Karl Weinhandl has within these pages recounted the life and times of an era long gone in Saskatchewan's North. More than simply a recollection of past events, his memories - along with his wife Rhoda's simple, image-laden poems - evoke the feeling of belonging once so well known in small prairie communities.
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