I’m jumping all around as my memory directs, and I do hope you don’t mind, I start out writing one story and it brings memories flooding back, and away I go!
We had been living in a one room suite in Vancouver, but now that we had our first son, it wasn’t suitable. We also had bought property next to the Sr. McGuire’s property (that’s another story) My husband wanted to be closer to the property so he would have time to clear it and start building a house.
We found a cute house on Townline Road, living room, bedroom and kitchen. We didn’t have any furniture, or an outhouse! Mom and Dad loaned us the money to buy a used one and Mickey hauled it home in the shop truck.
It was so nice to be on our own with a yard for Ra to play in. There were cherry trees and the landlord told us we could have the fruit…. Uh uh, he lied. First sign of ripe cherries and he pulled up with some of his friends and stripped the tree… every bit of it.
Just out side the back door was a cupboard to store things in, and it had door on it. One night when Mickey was working late at the shop I was alone with Ra, He was in his crib in the bedroon.
Well, nature called and I had to go out to the outhouse. As I stepped out the back door, the door of the cupboard swung open, and scared me so bad, I went back in and hid in the bedroom with Ra until his dad got home!
This is turning into another story… While we were living there, Mickey was in a car accident on his way home from work, and broke his arm. As we didn’t have a phone, he had them call his parents who lived about a mile away from me. They went in to New Westminster to the hospital to see him, but never bothered to tell me what had happened until the next afternoon. I had no idea why he didn’t make it home from work, and I can tell you, I was very worried.
And, it takes another turn here. We had to get our water out of a well and heat it on the stove to wash, and also to wash clothes. I had to use a scrub board for that. Don’t forget, there were no disposable diapers in those days.
I was pregnant, and now Mickey had a broken arm. Neither of us could haul water out of the well, so we moved to a little house on McGuires property. They had used it when building their house.
We had some difficulties over the use of their water, and washing machine that I don’t care to elaborate on … so eventually we moved back to Vancouver. Mickey had much less traveling time to get to work, and we were much happier there.