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This book is about what happens on a bus. The author made 80 trips between Lethbridge And Banff as a bus passenger. He is a minister in the United Church of Canada who went to Banff to conduct church services at Rundle United Church. The trips were learning experiences, and full of surprises for him. He wants to share them with you and tell you about the people that he met on those trips. So, Welcome Aboard!

This is a story of hope and survival. Self-reliance and traditional family values help our family to stick together and outlive the flu pandemic crisis. In the process of overcoming this struggle, our family becomes stronger, as does American society. Throughout this life changing experience, there are elements of self reliance, fear, death of a loved one, courage, family conflict, self preservation, life's lessons, going back to the simple basics, and so much more. Although this book was written as fiction over two years ago, much of it has already come true. My hope is to create more public awareness and help people to prepare themselves and their families for the imminent calamity that one day each of us will likely have to face. On that dreadful day when the deadly contagious pandemic affects your our own family, we all will know in our hearts that we did not do enough to prepare for it, and if it just so happens that we do live through it, we will live out the rest of our lives burdened with the knowledge and the guilt of that unforgiving fact. The Difference Between Life and Death: Outliving the Flu Pandemic of 2009"e; was awarded second place in the Young Adult Fiction category of the 2009 Premier Book Awards, and was a Finalist in the Fictional Short Story category for the Indie Book Awards 2009.

You'll get a first-hand look at the life of a woman doctor balancing career and family-exemplifying a 20th century phenomenon. Dr. Eikleberry's autobiography chronicles one mid-western, middle-class woman's life in a rapidly changing century for women. You'll learn what it was like to grow up on a farm in Missouri, to attend a one room school, to graduate high school at the end of WWII, and to compete against the college Greeks via an Independent Society. She started medical school as one of two women in a class of forty-four and subsequently lost peace and tranquility. Polio dominated her first private practice in Iowa. Soon she had four children and began life as a juggler, juxtaposing medical practice and family. She moved with her physician husband across the western United States; she experienced sexual harassment in her work for the military and derision from her fellow physicians as she cut costs for the Department of Public Assistance. Her medical practice ended in Colorado. Children now nearly grown, she and Bill embarked on a more recreational family project: the building of a log cabin in the remote Rocky Mountains. She tells the heart-wrenching story of losing their son to schizophrenia, a baffling and frightening mental illness. In conclusion, she takes you into a doctor's mind, illustrating how too much money was spent on health care when less would have done, pointing out the many shades of gray in medicine, and stressing the value of clinical judgment.

From the fall of 1962 to the spring of 1963, my husband, Ed, our five children and myself lived in an Eskimo village on the vast tundra land of Alaska. We were thousands of miles from our suburban home outside of Chicago, IL. Ed had accepted a job as the superintendent of the largest state operated school in Alaska. We were living in an Eskimo village, Bethel, so named by the Moravian missionaries who had established a church on the Kuskokwin River many years before. (The Kutskokwin River is the second largest river in Alaska, surpassed only by the mighty Yukon River) As for Bethel, it was over four hundred miles from Anchorage, Alaska, on the same line of longitude as Honolulu, Hawaii. By November, it could only be reached by airplane - weather permitting. This is the story of our year in Alaska, living in a Quonset hut, situated next to the school. It is based on a daily journal I kept of our experiences there. We had left behind many conveniences such as an automatic washer, dryer and dish washer. Instead we had accepted a comparatively primitive way of life. I cooked on an oil-burning stove, which also served as a space heater for the front of the Quonset hut. Our water had to be delivered by truck. Our bathroom had a chemical toilet, called a "e;honey bucket,"e; which needed to be emptied several times a week. Our accomodations were cramped compared to the split-level home we had left in Illinois. However, there were many compensations. We soon realized that we were surrounded by many kind and caring people. Although we led a simple life in our year in the Alaskan Eskimo village, the experience was an enriching one for the entire family. This is that story.