My Farming Flashbacks

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Farming flashbacks
Jim had tried married life a couple times, but decided being a bachelor is more fun. Mike is now crippled, but with such a strong constitution continues the manage the farm, while Betty is the chief cook and handy man inside and out. Arthur worked on his dad's farm for many years till the time of his marriage to Evelyn of Wadena. From 1947 to 1951, we remained on the farm in a one room dwelling. This soon became too small after the offsprings begin to arrive. When the third child was born, we had to add an extension to the shack. The reason to stay was often a stormy night or it was too late for them to travel home. Our mother received encouraging letters from her brother in Canada telling about their new homestead in Fosston. The future in Sask looked very promising. Left their home in Lublin for their great adventure in Canada. Milking the cows and doing other choirs had to be done before we went to school. Horse and toboggan were used during the winter months by many families in the area. Religion was an important part of family life. We were active members of the St Mary's roman catholic church in Fosston. Mom would see so that everyone attended mass on Sundays whenever possible. The many long hours of hard work and the hardships these pioneers endured in the early 1940's were well rewarded. The farm prospered. Over a period of time we purchased a quarter of land from a retiring bachelor who was moving into town. This proved a great opportunity for a cup of coffee and visiting other neighbors. When they moved in, their shack was sparsely furnished. They had no chairs first, so when they sent to Eatons for four chairs, it was like Sunday every day. She took her formative grades at Orpington like the rest of t...

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...he cows were brought in from the pasture, we milked them. Homework was a pleasure compared to the normal, everyday chores we had to do. We heard of very little theft or crime. We created our own games, gifts, and clothes. It was unheard of to counteract our parents, teachers or the law. We were taught respect, first at home, then at school. We were a happy generation. Even though not too many of my school mates completed grade eight due to poverty, they all helped at home. We never heard of government grants, welfare, or any kind of financial support. I remember going to Fosston with my dad by horse and wagon. Freight trains pulled in and there were as many men on the freight cars, used gophers in the fields. Our shopping list was never too demanding, usually sugar, salt, syrup, yeast, and such. With eggs selling at five to six cents a dozen, this was no problem.

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