Gerald Sliva I was born a myopic little guy with a weird hairdo in Regina, Saskatchewan on Groundhog Day in 1944 while WW II was still raging. After the war my parents, both raised on small farms, decided they were going to be farmers. That lasted about two years. Then in 1949, when I was five, they relocated to the booming metropolis of Kuroki, Saskatchewan, only three miles south of Tryhuba’s barn. Kuroki, with a population of 164 humans plus numerous stray dogs and cats, was my boyhood home for my formative years through the ages of five to seventeen.
Growing up in Kuroki Hotel with bartenders, guests and a witty, fun-loving extended family provided me with a wealth of wacky experiences, some of which I chronicle in Barking From the Front Porch. Living in Kuroki Hotel afforded me the opportunity to engage in numerous tasks, most of which I tried to avoid: washing dishes, vacuuming and washing floors. Providing me with a first class apprenticeship in domesticity, hotel chores convinced me to improve my education by attending the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon and graduating with a Bachelor of Education degree, majoring in English. After teaching high school English in Hanley, Saskatchewan from 1965 until 1971, I joined Canada’s federal public service where I worked for twenty-seven years: first as Employment Counselor, then as supervisor and finally as manager with Human Resources and Skills Development.
Over the last fifty years I have written poetry and stories with never a thought toward publishing, but finally in 2014, baring my heart and my soul, I decided to self-publish my first non-fiction literary work, Barking From the Front Porch.