GUNTER: Walterdale bridge will brighten Edmonton

Back in the early ‘60s, when women wore their hair high and men drove finned cars half the length of a basketball court – my Auntie Harriett and Uncle Grice were the doyens of the small Saskatchewan town in which they lived.

Whenever some new fashion or gadget became all the rage, Grice (who was my grandmother’s brother) was always the first person to buy one.

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