I remember dad and my brothers cutting blocks of ice out of McCauley Lake and hauling them home. The ice was so thick that it held the weight of the team of horses (Clydesdales) and the load of ice they were hauling.
When they wanted ice they dug in under the woodpile.
I remember them cutting a hole down through the ice and fishing for ling cod. A treat for mom to cook.
There was this mountain of a woodpile out in the back yard… the product of a lot of hard work. … cutting the trees down, hauling them home after debranching them, sawing them into lengths to fit the stove, then splitting it to firewood size, and then it had to be carried into the house.
Wood was gathered in the winter as it was easier to drag the logs in the snow, and also because there was ploughing and planting to be done in the spring.
When I was nine years old I “shot up” and I was five foot seven. Clendon nicknamed me Lanky, which I hated.
With this spurt in my growth, none of my dresses fit me any more… and no money for a new wardrobe. I wore boy’s jeans for most of the time we lived there, which suited me fine! Every now and then a package would come from Mrs. Thrower and Mrs. Jones (two of mom’s friends who were widowed sisters who lived together) sending used clothing for us, and we were grateful to have them. I wore hand-me-downs for a few years.
Funny, back then a woman’s friends were referred to as Mrs. Whatever… never by their first names. Times have changed a lot over the years!
There I go, jumping all over the place… I hope you will bear with me!
One day my brother, Clendon, was to give me a haircut. My hair was in a “dutch boy” style, with bangs across my forehead. He took forever trying to straighten them (I thought)… until he was finished and I looked in the mirror. He had cut them in a heart shape! Was I ever mad! He had to straighten them out, and I had very short bangs for a number of weeks.
We had a huge turkey gobbler. He was quite vicious, and you had to look out for his spurs. One day he chased my brother, Horace, and he had to hide in the chicken coop. He was there for quite a while before he got rescued.