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December 20, 2011

Gail and My Memories of Moving to Saskatoon

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Gail and My Memories of Moving to Saskatoon

Born May –, 19– in C– Alberta, our third Child.

And from a tender age she was a winsome little bundle of Love with a will of her own. She had a sweet smile, not yet diminished, a little pug nose which has filled out very well to add attractiveness to her face and contributed to her likeness to her Grandmother, Florence Elizabeth Hunt. She has, for instance a tendency to have curly hair. We were still living on the Ranch where I grew up.

It was a time of transition in that I was becoming deeply influenced toward a vocation from God to the Christian Ministry. I had just been Licenced as a Anglican Lay Reader in the fall of that year in the Parish Church of St.Paul in Byemoor, twelve miles from our home. I was then conducting services each Sunday in Endiang for the United Church and in Byemoor for the Anglican Church on two Sundays per month. And I was being drawn into going farther afield as well, to fill gaps in the lives of various communities where no Ordained Ministers were available. Finally, I realized that what God willed for me went beyond just Sunday duties to a full time Ordained Ministry. That was the situation into which my wife Ruth and family, then numbering three children were drawn.

In 1954 we were faced with leaving the Ranch and our very busy life there and the lovely, happy home to which Ruth contributed so very much. After much prayer and counselling with the various Leaders of the Church, I was accepted as a Student of Emmanuel College in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan for the fall class in September of 1955. We relinquished our home and life style, packed up what we could transport to city life in a new Province and with our canary and collie dog, took the road to a new and different life.
Shortly before we left, Gail left a memorable comment hanging in the air. My eldest brother Wilf had spotted a coyote which had been seen on the ridge just south of the Ranch yard and he had managed to shoot it. Coyotes were often predators among both our chickens and other farm fowl and also calves in the spring. Gail was a tiny tot and she had a early hang up in that she constantly sucked her thumb while holding tightly to her favorite little blanket. On that coyote occasion she took her thumb out of her mouth and announced often, “somebody shaw a toyote” and then the thumb went back in her mouth. She knew exactly what she was saying and we remembered it.The reason Gail stopped sucking her thumb (at age 8, as she recalls) was because she had a cut on it and Ruth (Mom) put Mercurochrome on it. She couldn’t stand the taste of it, and that broke her habit. Gail said “I do remember entreaties and bribes, however. Auntie Lee promised me a birthstone ring if I stopped sucking my thumb, and I still have that ring to this day”.

I was very aware of the difficulties to which my family was being put and it was with real anguish that I set off at the wheel of our 1952 Jeep Station Wagon, a jolt of great magnitude for all of us. I had real difficulty seeing the road for my tears for many miles on the road. Our first stop was at the home of Albert and Myrtle Asserud just north of Craigmyle at Highway Nine. They had taken care of our children for us during our last day on the Ranch while we packed our belongings. From there we left early the next morning to arrive at our little cottage home near the University of Saskatchewan. Our two drivers unloaded the two trucks into the house, slept in their cabs and left early next morning for home. Their names were Jim Smith and Clifford James, neighbors for all my life on the Ranch. We slept wherever there was space in a house very much in in transition into a home.
Our canary probably suffered the least in the move. It continued to sing and bring us enjoyment. Our Collie dog, Goldie, a lovely female with a strong resemblance to the Goldie of movie fame was miserable from day one in Saskatoon. She longed for the hills of “Home” and fretted day and night. We kept her in the house as much as possible and tried to make our small back yard secure to keep her in. Joy was 8 years of age and enrolled in a school only two blocks away. Goldie was just six months of age when we found her and she had been Joy’s full time companion and guardian from her age of six months. Ruth from the start put Joy outside for fresh air in her bassinet regularly and Goldie lay down right beside her and wouldn’t move away. Not long after we moved, Goldie got out of the back yard and disappeared. All our efforts to find her were in vain. She was missing for nearly a month, through a period of cold rainy weather on the prarires. Just about the time we had given up ever seeing her again, one of the children heard a scratching at the door, and when we opened it, there was our lovely pet, muddy and scruffy, shaking and sore pawed and we hugged her and hugged her, mud and all. We are sure that she went all the miles back to the Ranch again trying to find what she had lost. She never left us again until after she got out of the pen and came back pregnant. In due course she gave birth to a litter of eleven beautiful puppies, in the basement. We managed to find homes for ten of them with the help of little children who convinced their parents they just had to have these free little charmers. Then we had word of a family on a Dairy farm near Indian Head Saskatchewan who wanted just such a Collie as we had, to raise Collie pups. We found a suitable crate in which to place her and the remaining puppy, and with tears and sore regrets sent them off to Indian Head on the train. All of which placed further strains on Gail and her siblings. Reports revealed that Goldie soon adopted the family there, roamed the hills and they found that she was again expecting. She gave birth to twelve puppies and then later a litter of thirteen, all healthy.

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