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frighten her like that. But she let us in when I told her what we wanted. When we went to wash up for supper I took a look in the glass, and I did not blame her for being frightened. My face was all chapped with the sun and wind till little streaks of blood had trickled down in several places and dried."

All those hardships happened before my father settled on 35-2-20. I think the only long-trip he made au" foot after that was one time when he walked to Deloraine and back (45 miles) carrying a pair of plowshares to be sharpened.

When the first world war broke out in 1914 we at first thought only of the excitement of it-the glory, the adventure, the music and the flag waving; in short, the patriotic feeling that is born in each of us seemed foremost. One of the boys asked my father if he wanted to go to the war. He replied, "Yes, if I were young enough." As the months went by he saw three of his sons put on the uniform. I know he was proud to see them go, but secretly glad there were' still two left at home.

In the early days in Ontario, he and Uncle Jim had belonged to the 33rd Volunteers, a military group that went each summer up to London to train. In 1885 when the Riel Rebellion took, place, the 32nd was called out. The 33rd was ready, but were not called. My father was patriotic, loyal, and proud of being a British subject. In politics, he was a life-long Conservative. In religion, he was a Methodist. He was a charter member of the Boissevain branch of the Loyal Orange Lodge, and only once in all the years did he miss a twelfth of July celebration. He was for a number of years one of the trustees of Richview SchooL Father was interested in every­ thing that stood for the betterment of the community.

On August 12, 1920, my father was killed in a binder accident.

Rev. M. C. Flatt, a close friend, conducted the church funeral service. The L.O.L. had charge of the graveside ceremony at the family plot in Boissevain.

There at the foot of a gentle slope sleeps one of Manitoba's pioneers.

MEMORIES,oF AN OLD TIMER Thomas Ronald Robertson

Dad, mother and I arrived in Boissevain on June 6th, 1886, when I was less than two years of age. This was then the end of the steel, which went through to Deloraine that summer. We went to the farm of Mr. Fred Blackenbaugh, 36-2-21, where dad learned farming.

In 1887 dad rented the French farm which was about a· mile southwest. Mr. French was grandfather to Errick F. Willis, M.P.

Our mail came by stage coach from Brandon to Waubeesh, a little settlement on a coulee bank on the farm of J. Brondgeest, north 4-3-21. The stage coach was driven by Jack Livingstone, Mrs.

East end livery stable - Photo courtesy W. V. Udall -165-