Farming Flashbacks Jim had tried married life a couple of times, but decided that being a bachelor was more fun. Mike is now lame, but with such a strong constitution he continues to manage the farm, while Betty is the head chef and all-round man inside and out. Arthur worked on his father's farm for many years until 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 little ones started arriving. When the third child was born we had to add an extension to the shack. The reason for staying was often a stormy night or it was too late to go home. Our mother received encouraging letters from her brother from Canada telling her about their new farm in Fosston. The future in Sask looked very promising. They left their home in Lublin for their great adventure in Canada. Milking the cows and performing the other choruses had to be done before going to school. Horses and sleighs 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 St Mary's Roman Catholic Church in Fosston. Mother would ensure that everyone attended Sunday mass whenever possible. The many long hours of hard work and hardships these pioneers endured in the early 1940s were well rewarded. The farm prospered. For a time we purchased a quarter of land from a retired bachelor who was moving to the city. This proved to be a great opportunity for a cup of coffee and to visit other neighbors. When they moved there, their shack was sparsely furnished. They didn't have any chairs before, so when they sent Eatons four chairs, it was like it was Sunday every day. He took his formative grades at Orpington like the rest of the... middle of paper... the cows were brought here from the pasture, we milked them. Homework was a pleasure compared to the normal daily chores we had to do. We have heard of very few thefts or crimes. We created our own games, gifts and clothes. It was unheard of to fight our parents, teachers, or the law. We were taught respect, first at home, then at school. We were a happy generation. Although not many of my schoolmates completed eighth grade due to poverty, they all helped me at home. We have never heard of public grants, welfare or any type of financial support. I remember going to Fosston with my father on horseback and in a carriage. The freight trains came and there were just as many men in the freight cars, using rodents in the fields. Our shopping list was never too extensive, usually sugar, salt, syrup, yeast and the like. With eggs selling for five or six cents a dozen, this was not a problem.