My cousin and I loved getting into mischief together at the farm. We were less than a month apart in age and she lived close to Grandma and Grandpa, so she always came to visit. We were forever exploring and giggling together. I remember climbing into one of Grandpa's granaries and trying to swim around in it! We had grain stuck everywhere! Afterwards, I think I had a piece stuck in my ear for months.
The chickens always scared me--I vividly remember one of them chasing after me all the way to the farmhouse. Grandma said they were just friendly and thought I had something for them to eat. I thought I was allergic to them. And I didn't like the way they looked at me without really looking at me. They had such crazy eyes! Cuddling the kitties was much more fun!
|Grandma and Me|
This Easter long weekend we drove through the country side to see Mom and Dad at Lesser Slave Lake. As we passed by the farm turn-off these incredible memories came flooding back. My grandfather was a pioneer who cleared this beautiful forested area by calloused hand to create rich farmland along the Athabasca River. He and Grandma worked hard to feed four beautiful children, who parented nine grandchildren. There was always enough for all. I am saddened that my Aunts do not remember this and that there continues to be a dispute over my grandparents' legacy since Grandma's passing in 2013. I still feel the love of my grandparents deep in my bones and within my spirit. I hope with all my heart this love prevails, erasing the greed of a few, and allowing Grandma and Grandpa to rest in blissful peace.
|The Road to the Farm|