When it come to Munsch stories, I’ll love them forever

When bedtime rolls around in our home and it’s time to pick a story (or three), there’s usually at least one Robert Munsch book in the mix.

We love Munsch stories. They’re fun, they’re usually silly, and they’re often central to some of my most favourite memories.

My mom read them to me as a kid, and now I read them to my own kids. Reciting the familiar words of the stories I grew up with feels like a rite of passage, as my kids echo them back to me. You can’t read a Munsch book without emphasizing the words and becoming the characters. That’s what makes his stories so special. It’s a whole production.

When my daughter was born, my mom gave a copy of Love You Forever, the sweet and sad story Munsch wrote years after he and his wife suffered the loss of two stillborn children. The lullaby in the book was one that he made up in his head for his lost babies — words he couldn’t say out loud.

Simplicity has kept Ticket to Ride steaming ahead

What defines a great board game? It is its theme, the accessibility and elegance of the rules, the design and production of the components, the depth of strategy, or the level of enjoyment one experiences when playing it? I believe it is a combination of all of these factors, and very few games are able to fulfil all of these criteria satisfactorily.

These are games that have staying power and that are loved not only by thousands, but by millions of people around the world. There is no doubt in my mind the game Ticket to Ride is one of them.

Ticket to Ride was created by the American designer Alan R. Moon and was first published in 2004 by the game publisher Days of Wonder. Since its inception it has sold more than eight million copies worldwide and has received dozens of international awards, including the much coveted “Spiel des Jahres” in Germany. It is one of the most popular modern board games in the world, an honour that can only be shared with other mammoth titles like Catan or Carcassone.

One of the reasons for its success is that it is deceptively simple. The game casts players as railroad developers, crossing North America in the age of steam. It is played on a large and colourfully illustrated map of the United States and southern Canada. It even features Winnipeg as one of its destination cities — something I am strangely proud of! In addition, it features a large deck of cards that depict train cars in different colours as well as a supply of mini plastic trains for each player in their colour. Most turns, a player can take one of two actions: They can either add cards to their hand from the card supply, or they can claim a route between two cities on the board. If they choose the latter, they trade in a set of cards of the same colour as the track and place their train tokens on that route. They then immediately receive points for that action. The longer the route they claim, the more points they get. The game ends when at least one player has two or fewer train tokens left. The player with the most points is declared winner after one final round. That’s pretty much the core of it. To add a little more depth, each player also receives another set of cards listing pairs of cities. At the end of the game, players receive bonus points for each card they were able to link up, but they lose points if they couldn’t. This adds a hidden point structure that can alter a player’s ranking at the very end.

For a quarter-century, McNally Robinson's Grant Park location has tapped into local book lover's desires

Twenty-five years ago this week, the staff of McNally Robinson were frantically preparing, bounding about their Grant Park store, a 20,000-square-foot behemoth that had yet to welcome its first customer.

The grand opening was near, and so was Margaret Atwood.

Atwood, if not the country’s most famous author then at least its second or third, was in Winnipeg to promote her latest book, Alias Grace, and to lend her authoritative support to what was to become the country’s largest independent bookstore, with a reading and book signing. A large crowd was anticipated.

There was a wild push to get ready for Oct. 15: staff were shifted from the company’s smaller locations, shipments were arriving in rapid succession. Shelves still had to be set up when Atwood arrived a few hours early to discuss the details of her reading, where she would be joined by a local literary icon, Carol Shields.

Listening after decades of hearing

It seemed that all of Canada glowed orange, in act or in mind. On the streets of Winnipeg, a sea of people marched in orange shirts, carrying orange signs. On social media, people shared text posts on orange backgrounds, urging more attention to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission's 94 calls to action.

Even city buses — though not orange — marked the day on their digital signs.

If you'd come to me 10 years ago and told me this week would happen, I wouldn't have believed you. If you'd told me that on the last day of September 2021, everything from a cocktail bar to a Botox clinic would close to remember the children and survivors of residential schools, I would have said you were telling me about a dream.

Not the kind we seek to create, but the kind that disintegrates upon waking.

Young railway enthusiast keeps busy posting original train videos

If you’re like us, the first thing that pops into your head when you’re nearing a rail crossing and hear the ding-ding-ding of a warning signal is, “Great... a train.” It’s the same with Evan McRae; only in his case it’s more like, “Great! A train!”

Heavy hearts, happy hearts

The marchers arrive at St. John's Park at almost exactly the minute predicted. They arrive in a great orange wave, all wearing shirts the same colour. They arrive led by the drum, and the riders on horseback, and the tendrils of smudge that curl over Main Street, cleansing the path to the park where the powwow is underway.

"Are we all going to fit into the park, guys?" one young woman gasps, laughing as she surveys the scene.

In a way they do, in a way they don't. For hours, the people flow into the park from all directions. They flow by the hundreds, and then the thousands. They flow until the fields show less green than orange, until lines for the porta-potties stretch into the dozens, until the whole park is alive with laughter and conversation.

The crowd looks like Manitoba. It contains faces of all ages, all races. Most of the people here are Indigenous, but on this day they are joined in solidarity by people of all nations; a movement, generations in the making, to call for a way forward, to call for action on reconciliation, to call for justice for Indigenous people.

Portraits of survivors, tales of strength

Since 2013, Sept. 30 has been known as Orange Shirt Day — to honour the children who survived Indian residential schools and to remember those who did not return home.

It is also now the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, which asks all Canadians to reflect upon relationships with Indigenous people, remember the harms of the past, and focus on ways to commit to healthy and positive growth throughout all communities today.

Here are six inspiring stories of Manitoba survivors of the residential school, day school, and child welfare systems:

Lake Winnipeg loaded with hidden treasures

“Let’s walk to a Lake Winnipeg island!” I exclaimed to Margie. “Forget about Mont-Saint-Michel over in France!”

Folks usually boat or wade the kilometer to Manitoba’s Elk Island but, with low water, I heard you can walk on a mostly dry sandbar.

Elk Island is a nine square-kilometer provincial park west of broad Traverse Bay and north of Sandy Bay, least known of Lake Winnipeg’s east-side beach communities. The Cree name is Misse Ministik, meaning big island. The park is designated for natural wilderness with no development, amenities or, apparently, elk.

We first found Sandy Bay last year, surprisingly discovering two red tractors with trailers - sitting in the lake. Are farmers prepping for the next flood? Growing watermelons?

Me, hate cute little squirrels? You must be nuts

I was standing in the backyard next to a very tall tree, sipping the first coffee of the day, trying to think of a topic for today’s column, when suddenly it hit me.

No, I was not struck by a sudden inspiration. I was bonked on the top of my head by a pine cone the size of a regulation volleyball.

In quick succession, several more potentially lethal pine cones plummeted from the sky and thudded into the ground near my feet.

“I can see you up there!” I shrieked, waving my fist at the sky. “You are not going to get away with this!”

More young critics weigh in on Summer Reading Challenge books

Another summer has come and gone, but before we also bid farewell to the Summer Reading Challenge for Kids, we’ve collected a second batch of reviews submitted by a crew of young critics who offered their thoughts on several books from our reading lists curated in conjunction with McNally Robinson Booksellers.

The Barren Grounds

By David A. Robertson

Swimming with local history

Get the sunscreen, we’re going to Patricia Beach!

In fact, we’re even going to get a history lesson on who Patricia was, and why the beach was named for her.

The story all revolves around a summer cabin that was built at Patricia Beach back about 1944, at that time all privately owned by George and Olive Allen, and which still exists and thrives today on the eastern shore of Lake Winnipeg.

Gotta’ admit, I knew nothing of the history of Patricia Beach until a few days ago when I received a very interesting e-mail from Catherine Lee, George and Olive’s granddaughter.

I meme, you meme: internet language brings us together

Sometimes, a public health campaign gets it right.

The Baltimore City Health Department has been earning praise for a new initiative that spreads accurate information about COVID-19 and vaccines online by using an internet-native language: memes.

“Ginger ale can’t cure COVID, Derrick!” reads one. “Mimosas with the girls? You’re still not vaxxed, Debra!” reads another. “What the FAQ is Delta? It’s new. It’s scary. But we’re here to break it down.”

Done wrong, a public health department using the language of the internet can smack a bit of, to evoke a popular meme, actor Steve Buscemi dressed up unconvincingly as a teenager and asking, “How do you do, fellow kids?” (To be fair, so does describing memes in print.)

Prominent fact-checker Snopes apologizes for plagiarism

A collection of breaking news briefs filed on August 19, 2021

• Trudeau, O’Toole to make campaign stops here Friday

• Twelve arrested, two at large after Norway House woman held against her will and sexually assaulted

• River East Transcona school board mandates masks for K-12 students, staff

• Missing teenage girl found in Portage la Prairie

• LRSD, teachers' association one step closer to implementing staff vaccine mandate

• Winnipeg police investigate 28th homicide of the year

• Twenty-seven new COVID infections, one death reported Thursday

• U of M, U of W, Red River announce vaccine mandates

• Two arrests made following June homicide

Rescued shepherd cross deserves to put his paws up

Name: Gatsby

Sex: Male

Approximate age: Five years

Breed: Shepherd cross

Map-based history of Canada a marvel

If you like maps, you’ll like this book; if you like both maps and crisply recounted Canadian history, you’ll love it.

Adam Shoalts is the author of a previous Canadian bestseller, 2015’s Alone Against the North, which recounted his exploration of the muskeg and river wilderness that is the Hudson Bay Lowlands.

The maps of his second book are springboards for his accounts of how this country’s vast expanses were charted.

Shoalts believes maps have been fundamental in shaping our view of Canada. He supports this belief by offering up pivotal moments in our country’s history via stories built around 10 specific maps, most of which, in turn, are the product of specific explorations.

Li waiyage d’enne langue

A FAMILY Journey, le nouveau livre signé Sherry Dangerfield, raconte le périple d’une famille se rendant à pied au Lower Fort Garry en 1845.

Bien que fictif, ses personnages connaissent les défis réels que les Manitobains d’autrefois devaient relever lorsqu’ils voyageaient d’une communauté de la rivière Rouge à une autre. Et, pour ajouter une saveur encore plus authentique au livre, ses producteurs, Corridor Rivière Rouge, ont choisi de le faire traduire en français, en ojibway et, en michif. (1) “Lorsqu’on m’a demandé de traduire A Family Journey, j’étais profondément touché,” déclare Jules Chartrand. “Je n’avais jamais auparavant traduit un livre, mais l’exercice s’est avéré fort intéressant. Et c’était une façon de faire valoir ma langue maternelle, qui est toujours une langue vivante. Le michif est parlé en région, dans mon village natal de Saint-Laurent, ainsi qu’à Saint-Ambroise, à Saint-Eustache et à Russell, sans parler de Winnipeg où habitent un grand nombre d’anciens résidants de ces communautés. Il est aussi parlé dans l’Ouest canadien.”

Or, comme le rappelle Jules Chartrand, le michif passe souvent inaperçu. D’une part, parce que les Métis, après la création du Manitoba, en 1870, et encore davantage après la pendaison de Louis Riel, en 1885, ont été dévalorisés comme peuple.

“Le michif originel, ou michif mère, était parlé par les Métis de la rivière Rouge avant l’arrivée des Canadiens-Français venus du Québec et la Nouvelle-Angleterre,” relate Jules Chartrand. “Quand les francophones sont devenus majoritaires dans les villages métis, ils ont cherché à assimiler les Métis.”