Breaking my don't-use-this-hellsite rule to pop in and complain to @CineplexMovies: Very unhappy to learn Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein is viewable throughout the country *except* for Saskatchewan (specifically Saskatoon).
I'm pleased to announce that the diaries of Bud and Matt (at least the ones that were in my possession) as well as a decent amount of equipment and tools and the like have been donated to the Royal Alberta Museum in Edmonton.
This was mostly a thought for my family (and therefore Bud and Matt's family). There was a lot that made sense about it all going north, but I had to consider the desires of others here. But I'm happy with the decision.
I took good detail photos with my real cameras and got lots of excellent info from the collector. I know it wasn't Grandpa's old rifle (his was used until it pretty much fell apart) but still, it felt like I was holding another little part of his history.
I'm emphatically not a gun guy. But in researching my book about Bud I found mention of his favourite rifle, a 99 model 300 Savage bolt action, only made in 1920, with a Lyman peep sight. And then I found a local collector who had that very setup.
A callout to anyone with knowledge of northern geography. I think what Grandpa and some other trappers called Stick Island is either on Artillery or Great Slave Lake, but can't find it. Also, the Casba River should be near. 1/X
I should also note the negatives from Grandpa's time up north, as well as family negatives and slides from the decades, are now with the Provincial Archives of Alberta in Edmonton, although it may take them some time to properly categorize them.
...but the advantage here is accessibility for family members, which was a sticking point. And since Grandpa spent so many years in Alberta, first in Peace River and then in Edmonton, this made sense to us.
These stories don't need to be turned into a book; not every story needs end up that way. But a story worth telling is a story worth hearing. Future generations may indeed be curious about you.
Finally - FINALLY - working on the book. Waiting for at least two more books to come, one from a used bookseller and the other an interlibrary loan, and I just realized there's one more binder and a few more clippings downstairs.
Hell, do it with your own story. Do it now, before something happens. I've lost too may friends and too young an age these past few years. Which makes me realize I need to do the same, both with my own father and with myself.