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from John and Ruby M. Williams

In Alix, Alberta on March 1, 2017 at 2:46 PM

From “John and Ruby M. Williams – by Ruby (Williams) Brady

In July 1932 I came as a bride with a washboard and a will to work.  We purchased N.E. 26, N.W. 25-41-25 from Swan Swanson….

My first memory of my future home was entering the kitchen and finding a dish pan of baby pigs on the oven door.  Our home consisted of two granaries pulled together.  One was covered with building paper and this was our bedroom.  The other had wallpaper and lino on the floor – this served as kitchen and living room, as well as bedroom for the hired man.  In the winter ice would cover the water pail, and in the summer we nearly perished from the heat on wash day or bake day.

We had our hopes, ambitions, and dreams, and tackled life with lots of energy.  We milked cows and hatched chickens to supplement what we bought and supplied a lot of our needs right off the farm.  One bitterly cold spring, we saved a batch of chicks by putting them in a shoe box and taking them to bed with us.

In 1934 a hailstorm came through, piling hail against the door until it had to be shovelled away.  My brothers Arren and Harvey Ayers  were farming a quarter north of us.  They waded in hail boot deep to our place….

It was a happy day when we moved to our new house….

John’s father gave each of the boys a Shetland pony to ride to school.  They had to ride 3 ½ miles to Birch Lake school, but there were lots of aunts and uncles along the way.  The first winter, on one blustery winter day, Keith didn’t come home.  His dad took the team and sleigh and found him, on his pony, stuck belly deep in snow. I often wondered why Keith was late to school – even though I sent him in lots of time, and one day found the big boys were holding the pony by its tail until bell time.

I remember herding sheep, travelling the pasture fence shooting off the twenty-two and yodeling to scare the coyotes away.

One particularly lovely day I looked toward Chain Lakes and saw a flock of ducks 2 to 3 miles long.  That fall we only got one wagon load of grain from a field – but those ducks were fat, needless to say.

Work on the farm gradually changed.  Instead of 3 binders there was a swather and a combine, and about that time a war….

John and I had four boys, Keith…John…Bruce… and Lawence….

From Pioneers and Progress, Alix Clive Historical Club, 1974

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