1945 House

Here's another picture of the clan house in 1945. Note the colours, as opposed to the plain white that it is today.

House and Essex

This picutre was taken of the clan residence back in 1945. Note the different front entry way to the present arrangement, and the large chimney stack. Although the windows have been changed, all else appears much as it does today.

The car in the corner is an Essex (no details known). The blonde girl is, apparently, my mother.

Photo - church and school

Here's another picture of Deep Creek School, this time the original building. It is the two pictures at the bottom of the set (Bruderheim Church is shown above). The school is shown front and back. Although a secular institution, it is interesting to note the cross. I believe the old school was replaced with the modern one in the mid forties.

My uncle taught there for five years. He was kicking around at the farm between jobs (trained, but unemployed) when the school's supervisor arrived at the front door asking for him, asking him to take the position. Apparently it all came as a bit of a surprise to my uncle. He took the gig and never looked back.

Whitetails

In the evening my Aunt and Uncle had a prior engagement cancelled on them and offered to take me to nearby Elk Island National Park. So, after a quik meal (it was already evening) we headed out.

We hadn't even reached the highway when, out in the fields, we could see a small herd of deer. Stopping the car for a quick photo I noticed that they were watching us as intently as we them. It was only on viewing the picture I learnt they were White Tailed Deer. Check out their ears!

Beaver Creek Beaver

On my farm walk with Chelsea the Dog I followed Beaver Creek for much of the way. 30 years ago it was heavily wooded. Now it appears a wasteland, primarily due the Beavers. Ironic.

Frozen for much of its length, I wasn't expecting to see a beaver in Beaver Creek. However, we startled one that was sunning itself. I was alerted by the splash it made diving into the creek. While Chelsea tried to work out what had happened, I looked up near the bend. Guess who I saw?

Sun rake

This image is of part of a machine that had been put out to pasture at the back of the cow paddock. A number of wheels such as this, attached to upright arms, create a startlingly geometric sight. What they 'really' are are rotating rakes which, when powered by a tractor's drive chain, gather two swathes of cut straw into one prior to it being gathered up for later feeding to the beef (and, eventually, you (if you eat cow)).

Farming Oil

Again, this Albertan farm conveys the dichotomy in the provincial economy through sights such as this oil pump. They dot the land on parts hereabouts, grinding away 24-7. To me, they look like steel dinosaurs grazing - or is that the greeny in me having a go at our petrol based economy with its still essentially 19th century technologies?

Either way, the cows don't seem to mind, nor do the farmers.

Dog on Horse

Just in case you think it's all hard work, check out this. Young Chelsea (a six year old cross jack russel) takes a moment out of her duties to hitch a ride on one of her equestrian mates, also taking a moment out from the more serious business of eating.

Lest you wonder, they both really enjoyed the experience!

Deerland

This front end loader tractor with its pick up tines is being used here to transport long and fiddly bits of fencing materials and tools to and from the fencing site out towards the back of the farm.

It is being driven by a fifteen year old who is more than competent at what he is doing, while his dad supervises the load.

Barn

This red farm building, decorated in similar fashion to the granaries I've previously featured, is a barn for animal housing. It is on a property which is mixed cattle/grain production, on a smaller scale to the ranch at Armena.

Well worn, it is not a museum piece and is part of a working farm.

Samuel's Place

This run down place incorporates the original home built by my great grandfather, Samuel, upon his arrival in the area. The first year he and his family lived in a peat hut while he built a two room house (the bottom floor in the rearward part of the present building). My grandfather was 2 years old on arrival.

A friend of the family later died from smoke inhalation from a kitchen fire after she saved three children on the upper floor. Her name was Nina, and the children lived into their nineties.

Refined

This image counterbalances the nostalgia with a bit of modern day refinery. It is but a small part of the plant that has sprung up within the last 15 years in the area nearby the farm as transnational global oil has moved in to take advantage of compulsory acquisition and the huge boom in energy extraction Alberta is presently experiencing. For miles around they have bought out and cleared farms, totally removing all trace of the previous inhabitants and their histories. In fifty years, when the machinery goes, I doubt even the memories will remain.

Advance Rumley Ideal

This rather bizarre looking piece of machinery is the counterpart to the Rumley tractor (see previous posts below). In around 1927 the Rumley company made it available to my grandfather with a no-interest loan in recognition of the good work he was doing in the area with his tractor of theirs. It was towed on site by the tractor, and was then driven through a belt system by the tractor's engine as it stripped the harvest of many of the farms in the immediate area. It is still in operating condition and can be seen occasionally at tractor pull events in Alberta. There aren't many left after 90 years.

Deep Creek School

About a mile from the old farm is this school house, which was in use as such from 1895 to 1960 (it is presently used as a private residence). An uncle taught here for five years, grades 1-7 and about 30 kids. Most of my aunts and uncles went to school here as students (some under the tutelage of their brother!) including my mother. She also worked as a school janitor for a period, walking through the harsh prairie winter in the predawn to light the furnace before the kids arrived.

Mason Piano

This piano was purchased at a cost of great sacrifice by my grandmother and those who helped her, back in the thirties. It is without a doubt the most magnificent upright piano I have had the pleasure of playing - extremely responsive to the touch and as resonant as a grand piano (almost) without the tinnyness that often goes with that.

I understand that it was in use from dusk to dawn with her brood, and at least a couple concert grade musicians came of age on it.

Prairie Sunset

The sun dipped below the horizon as I was about to pass through the gap in the hedge to my Uncle and Aunt's home. This was perfect timing as I had said that I'd be back at sunset.

Due the lowlying land and the pools and meres I hadn't been able to get through to one of the significant patches of scrub that have been retained, which was kind of a pity but, on the other hand, allowed me to time my return to the minute. I think my relatives were impressed with my sense of coincidence.

Dusk

This beautiful view was taken in the gathering dusk as the sun dipped low and I approached the house yard after my circumnavigation of the original block of land. It is another snow melt. Clearly visible are the farm sheds and the trees which surround the houses.

If the colours convey the impression of 'cold', that is an accurate impression as it was just dipping below 0'C at this point of my walk.

Home from the Hill

This picture was taken from the farthest corner of the original block of land. It is also the highest point, and am looking down across the fields to the farm yard and its associated buildings and houses. I am probably 750m away from them.

The fields are direct drilled (no-till seeding) these days, with a major emphasis on minimising soil disturbance and resultant soil erosion. The stubble was from before winter. This land was all cleared by my grandfather or his descendants. Virgin bush lies behind and to right of the photographer.

Field Walk

I walked around the original 'quarter' of land on the home farm yesterday evening. Although the fields looked level from the highway, when walking them one realises the level of undulation is reasonably high. This, of course, implies that there are depressions in the land into which the melting snow feeds its waters. These snowmelts can be in surprising places, such as here where I mounted what I thought was a crest to be greeted by a large pool of standing water. The sight of the last season's stubble implies that the area was sown, and thus is not a permanent feature.

Rumley

This little beast was made in 1920. It is the light and compact successor to its 1912 predecessor (no longer on the farm). Manufcatured in the USA it still runs and is a star at the local tractor pull events. It weighs about 3 tonnes and its engine generates about 30hp. My grandfather had to go and be trained in its use in Calgary before having it shipped home (cost of about $1300 - seen the bill of sale). His use of it so impressed the manufacturers that they subsequently sold him a stripper machine interest free. Awsome to hear it run!