South-west Calgary was continuing its march--more south than west.  The children of the Big Generation were filling schools faster than they could be built.  There were many Albertan heroes who gave their names to the new schools, and patiently waited for their doors to open.  Nellie One Lung.  John Where.  Louie Re-al.  And that year the Chinook winds were so strong they blew over the first brick walls of Louis Riel, not once, but twice. As children we watched astonished as Nellie McClung took shape before our eyes.  It looked like the star ship Enterprise--its bridge, the new library, described a full circle.  In a circle around it, classrooms set up in open concept, with dividers on wheels, and the occasional stubby bookcase defining the area and driving in each teacher's land claim stake from the September gold rush.