My uncle Jim helped doing seeding for my father in 1952.
The harvest had been late in 1951, and dad and mom got married November 3rd of that year — waited until as much of the harvest was over — then popped over to the parsonage and got married.
When the spring came, dad needed to do seeding but there was still a harvest sitting in the fields. They coaxed Uncle Jim to come out and seed while dad harvested. All of this happened in the spring — on acres of land just outside Kindersley.
Today, Uncle Jim returned. To the farmstead. To a place he hadn’t seen in 55 years. To a place his memory cherished awaiting the day of his returning.
The original house has been replaced, the stone barn torn down and new trees have been planted. But the contour of the land remains the same. The feel of the air fills your lungs — just like it would have five and a half decades ago.
And a dream is fulfilled!
