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On the Road Again

Word arrived yesterday: we are moving again.  It is early spring and only a skiff of snow remains.  There was lots in Grande Prairie in October when Ralph had his first birthday.  Then shortly after that we moved here to McLennan.

This is a very interesting town.  It is a major railway maintenance centre.  The population is close to a fifty/fifty split between French and “Anglos” (the latter covering anyone NOT French).  Many of the French people work in the railway shops, or in one way or another for the Catholic Church.  A block away from our house is an imposing, very large cathedral.  Close to it are clustered several buildings, a Catholic Separate School, and residences for students, teachers, priests, and nuns.

The Anglos make up the merchants, professionals, owners of small businesses and municipal workers.  Sometimes it seems to me like two separate towns living very close to one another.  The seismic crew and their families are welcomed warmly by both factions.  We found our little old rental house in an area mainly French, not surprising as we are so close to the cathedral and the schools.  However it is convenient for us, too: our tiny United Church is two blocks away.  Sometimes the bells ringing in the cathedral almost down out our singing, but we persist.  Thank heavens for the Mission and Service part of the national government  of our church.  Its subsidy keeps our small church going.   Continue reading

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The Long Road Home

Mid-winter, January 1949, and we are on the road.  Business matters had taken Sheldon to Edmonton and we took the opportunity to visit friends.  Now the three of us—Sheldon, our one-year-old son Ralph, and I–are heading home.

This is not the ideal time for travelling.  The roads are kept open but are not in great shape.  Traffic is light; service places scarce.  Travel is slow, as the roads can be icy.  Even so we usually made it easily in one day to our home in McLennan, a little town north and west of Edmonton, and south of Peace River.

We started early this morning in order to finish the trip in daylight.  The words “cold and crisp and even” come to my mind to describe the weather.  Sunny and calm and cold.   Ahead we see a truck about to pull onto our road.  It is large, filled to the brim with debris from a building site.  No tarpaulin covers the load, and bits and pieces fly off as it goes.  Having no safe opportunity to pass, Sheldon drops back a bit and follows.  Suddenly the truck hits some ice and shimmies around.  A sudden gust of windy blows a big plank off the load directly in front of us.     Continue reading

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