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"Prove-up your land"
Memories
- Nostalgia -
1. Ester in the binder.
2. Oscar's throat cut on barbed wire.
3. The neighbor with the knife after Papa.
4. Nero our dog poisoned & stiff but he lived.
5. The cow with the calf half born. It died.
6. The neighbors' accident in the buggy ("Fancy" with top up). found $1.00 bill after.
7. Our Christmas gifts mostly broken. Uncle Benny playing Santa.
8. The gypseys.
9. The Prairie fire.
10. Making skis.
11. " " a cutter to ride in.
12. The threshing crew & steam engine & separator.
13. Leonard Metz with the talking machine.
14. Mr. Gerwyn & his coyote hounds.
15. The badgers in our yard.
16 Haley's comet.
17. When the pig got his leg cut off by the mower.
18. The first barn made from lumber in our district was made different from the way the small houses were made. Most houses were made of sod when we came. The barn had the boards put on up & down by Burghardts.
The northern lights in the sky were spectacular in the winter. -- Saw Haley's comet when I was small. Trip to town - mail & letters from Norway & Apples from Ontario.
berries to pick.
Wood for winter to be cut & hauled from along the Iron Creek.
The rosettes burned on Ester's bottom from backing up against the big heating stove. (It had a flower pattern embossed on its sides).
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Continued from our farm
Left Minot N. Dakota
1. How we got to our farm (or Homestead) in Alberta. We were living in North Dakota out of Minot near the Missouri river which cut into our land. My father filed on a homestead in U.S.A. where he built a shack for my mother and him to live in. I was born there as well as my brother Finn. Father worked in a store in Minot & also taught mathematics in a school in Minot. Mother was left to manage alone on the homestead. Father came out on Sundays when he could. My father sent money to Norway for Uncle Lawrence to help prove up the home stead in North Dakota.
{ x'ed out} {Comforted in my fear of the unknown badlands to the east. To-wards the west it was all settled by the Hobsons who had a large heard of horses. & Mr. Murray by the creek.
We had oxen but eventually we bought horses (one or two) from the Hobsons}
Some of these horses (the Hobsons' horses) ran wild and pastured where our cows were. One day when I went to get the cows home I was attacked by one, probably a stallion.
[...] best to make up for his faults. Their two sons Fred & George &
daughters Pearl lived there but they were not important to me as a child.
They were grown up so the only one that had time to be friendly to me was
Mrs. Crozier their mother. She loved the wild roses I picked for her. She
was always so busy caring for her arthritic husband & cooking for her
sons -- she had so little time to get out and enjoy the beauty of nature.
I remember how she loved our wild Alberta roses. She gathered rose petals&
placed them on dishes in her home so the perfume would fill the room.
It was awful that time when Fred Crozier came down
to our place. They were our neighbours to the north. Our fence was their
fence & their cows were always coming into our place. Consequently an
argument resulted over their cattle breaking down our fence. Fred & George
came to our place. They knocked at the door. I felt the fear that seemed
to be evident with my father & mother. Even though I was very young --
maybe four or five -- I will never forget the fear. These two big men --
Fred & George Crozier pounding at our door. My father met them in the
yard. My mother & I watched through the window. Geo. & Fred attacked
my father immediately & before our eyes the blood flowed from my father's
face. Fred & Geo fled & our father came into the house with his eye
nearly slit open. Fortunately only the eyebrow was cut so that the eye was
not damaged. What a terrible thing to happen between neighbours all because
Fred & Geo. Crozier would not be responsible for their cattle breaking
down our fence. Poor Mrs. Crozier who was the mother of Fred & Geo &
a dear friend of my mother's felt so sad about the whole affair but could
do nothing to excuse her sons in their attack. She could only say -- poor
Fred he doesn't know what he is doing. Geo was not aggressive or difficult.
I wish my memory had not been so keen because it was
difficult in later years when in Hardisty I went to school & found I
was in the same class as Mabel Hendricks who was the daughter of (Pearl Crozier)
Hendricks & remembered that her brother Fred Crozier had tried to kill
my father by cutting his face wide open with a knife. My mother said I must
not think of it & at that time my Father was in the first World War fighting
for our country. I might mention that neither Fred or Geo Crozier fought
to help our country. Fred ran a gambling den in the back of the Chinese restaurant
(Rock For's) & he also ran a Pon shop for people who couldn't pay their
debts.
Geo Crozier farmed and probably lived a more honest
life.
Mr. Gunn with his hounds to catch the coyotes
The antelope on our field
The round hill to the west on the edge of our farm
with the stones arranged on top -- my mother said it was an Indian grave
and we were not allowed to disturb it.
Ever-lasting yeast was used by every one. We would get a little starter & from there it would last for ever. If it froze it was no good after that.
Buck skin was good. It was dough flattened out with sugar & cinnamon put on it and folded over like an envelope & pinched together & cooked in deep hot lard until brown.
My swing
Rabbit snares
The crippled horse by the big slough
1906 -1915 A Remittance Man
The Creaseys --
He lived on the Iron Creek south of us where the small
group of evergreens grew. He was a bachelor & had never married &
later on; his sister & her daughter Vera came from England to
live with him. (Vera's father had died) All went well & they were the
gentry or gentle people of our district -- until all of a sudden he
the aristocratic Mr. Creasey had to marry Vera his young niece.
He was so old when he married. He was unable to carry on his farming & the dole from his family in England ran out so he had a difficult time financially. This was how we came to have the precious Old coin collection. He gave it to EH Ruttan & Son for groceries to tide him over for several years. (Estimate value of coins was hundreds of dollars)
Extra The Creaseys had a fancy buggy with red painted wheels & a top with a fancy stepping horse to pull it. The top had the look of a folding down effect but I never saw it down. Anyway a gust of wind tipped it over one Sunday outside our gate & after my father helped them get righted & on their way I found a paper dollar bill where they had upset.
Finally his son Martin (named after my father) & his (Martin's) mother Vera were able to continue the farming with aid from the neighbours.
I remember being at their house as a child in the Autumn -- canning season. They (Mr. Creasey's sisters) were cutting up fruit (from the store in Hardisty.). Vera was helping & when she took a bite of a slice of peach her mother scolded her & said she must not eat it now. She said -- one more bite & you will get slapped.
They -- The Creaseys had a fierce sense of pride which kept us all at bay. No experience to know how to manage on a homestead.
Mr. Creasey was well educated & had good books which we borrowed. It is remarkable that my mother & father by that time were able to enjoy reading English books although the only books we had in our home were Norwegian in the original Norske print. How they learned English is a mystery to me.
We talked Norwegian at home but talked English (broken) when visitors came.
Myrtle Murray
1909-15
She now lives in Australia but during my childhood
she lived along the Iron Creek beyond Hobson's on the road to Lougheed. She
taught Sunday School & the Edgar children & Willy Lawson & Vera
Creasey & I went there every Sunday. (Vera was much older than I was)
Their house was a sod place with no floor -- just the ground which was all
uneven & smoothed from sweeping.
Myrtle's mother had died with she was very young. Her father had sheep. He & Myrtle came from Australia.
Myrtle eventually helped out at the neighbors during Threshing Time & time of birth in the neighbor families & finally she saved enough money & with the help of the money earned keeping house at the Burghardt family she was able to go to Edm. & train to be a nurse. She nursed in the first World war overseas & married an officer who was her patient in a wheel chair in England. He was Australian & when he recovered they went to Australia to live.
The Hazelwood School was built in 1912 - two & 1/2 miles north of our
farm. I started school that Sept.
1st Teacher Mrs. Frazer who stayed till Christmas
2nd Teacher - Mr. Tweedy
3rd Mr. Heaney
4rth Mr. Hawlks
Then we went to Hardisty & father went to war.
Mr. Hawlks my school teacher at Hazelwood School boarded at Carey's place.
Etta Carey and her husband Earl
(1915)
Earl & Etta Carey came from USA & rented our
farm. Etta Carey was the Burghardt's daughter.
(1913) Before that they (the Carey's) had the place one mile north of us which they fenced & farmed for the Burghardts, who came later.
The Carey's, who were American, came to live on the farm just north of our place (one mile). This was before World War One. They never became naturalized Canadians but they reaped the benefits & returned to the U.S.A. Even so, they added to their neighborhood by their kindness & advanced way of farming. Their Mules were quite a novelty. The Burghardt's came later, and they were Mrs. Carey's parents.
The Carey's came from Yakima Washington & the Burghardts came from Nez Perce Idaho. Etta Carey was a Burghardt & her brother Esper came with his father & mother. Strange how they cold get land so close to us homesteaders, but maybe they bought the land from the original homesteaders, or pre-empted it. Any way they didn't rough it. They had money to buy lumber for all their buildings. They had a deep well drilled down to soft water.
The Burghardts had good furniture & a lot of very excellent books -- Shakespeare works, etc. They had the latest in plows & harrows & a good binder with eight mules to do the work. They insisted on a well drilled deep to get soft water which they got after several hundred feet of drilling. They cleared out willow brush & trees to make big fields for crops. They had a gasoline pump to get the water up from their deep well while we & our neighbors pulled up water by a rope & bucket from our hand-dug shallow well.
"Hardisty
1934 Dodge in Alberta"
Christmas 1913 or 14
The first popcorn I ever saw in my life was at Careys'.
It was in late November of 1913 & we were preparing for the Christmas
concert at School. Mr. Hawlks our bachelor teacher boarded at Carey's &
this Friday we girls -- Phoebe, Lura & Vera Hobson & I were asked
to stop after school at Carey's to string popcorn for Trimming the Christmas
Tree. What a beautiful sight all that lovely white popcorn piled on the middle
of the dining room table ready for us to string. The smell of freshly popped
corn was divine & we all set to stringing the popcorn with needles &
thread.
Christmas was beautiful at School. there was trouble getting a Christmas tree so my father made one for the school.
The Christmas Tree
Creeping cedar grew on the sand hills in the badlands
around the big slough east of us, so we gathered great (vines or branches)
of it off the sandy ground. My father cut a stately poplar tree (from the
Iron Creek valley (in the hills) west of our place), trimmed off the excess
branches & twigs. On the neat tree we tied the vines of creeping cedar.
The result was an ever-green tree so graceful. Real candles were put on it
by heating hay-wire pieces & forcing them into the candle base. When
cool, the wire was twisted around the end of each branch with a hook formed
by the end of the wire to form a place to hang oranges or apples or treats
& candy sticks.
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