While being raised in the United States, each and every two years my folks would bring us kids all back to a small town named Yorkton. I being the youngest would be scooted off to live with my Aunt Margy's and Uncle Dan's. I would go out each day as Dan was a well not that great farmer as but they he was a great milkman. Mary, my father's sister was great, very smart yet plain folk. Each morning I would awake at 5am which was not the routine from New York. Yet here you would walk downstairs and there would be at least four farmers and a few wives all sitting there having coffee and then getting on with things.
Believe it or not I don't have my printer so I thought I would take a fast picture this morning as before I left for Montreal, I had received this small picture from my cousin Carrie whom I have not seen in years but they knew how much I loved the house as as well as both my Uncle and Margie.
Some of the lessons I learned from them are countless, Dan passed away when I was 17 and his feel was that "if there is one staing.... the was going to make it it's you", he requested to see me as he had no sons and throughout all those years we never talked much but I guess it was more than words. On the other hand Margy could talk talk and talk. Yet she made sense.
Regardless I loved the house it I never say should but it should have stayed within the family but there is a story to that as the city bought all there land for a nearly a million, and the house could have been kept but well I guess my aunt made a mistake or maybe she didn't. Yet for part of my upbringing it was on a farm for two weeks every two years and you know what - I loved it. There is something to small towns, my folks both were raised in one, I wasn't however I was on the outskirts of this town called Yorkton and every morning I just loved it. Even going out with my uncle and delivering milk for what was called Bells Dairies. And then you would get back home and Dan had a large company freezer and when you spend one hour restocking the crates of milk you begin to know what cold hands as well as a sweat are within the summertime. I was just a kid, Dan did it right till he 67.
The house there is a story there (man I can't write this morning....."the house there is a house there. and I hope to write on it although I don't have the pictures of it aside of this one which is from the back but there is something most interesting (at least to me) in sharing...
Regardless there is a story to this house and today I have somethings at hand that have to be attended to so for now I am off and gone and enjoy your day.
reminds me of a Frank Lloyd Wright house. great post. My one grandson lives in the cities and when he gets in my car he inhales and says it smells like southwest Minnesota.. Sometimes our genes take a while to change with our environment., maybe that why your little town is so special in memory
ReplyDeleteI love that house...memories are wonderful!
ReplyDeleteIt's a four hour drive from here Tee, yet it's a Dan and Margy never had a son, and well it's a house that Dan's father built and I wish I had pictures of the inside of it as Dan's father, a former lawyer literally built this and then it was kind of let go, aside of the house you could go walk for miles and there is something to talking to good old plain folk. Yorkton was the home of both my folks however I was never raised there my father left and then came back and married his wife. My mother. Margy passed away unfortunately two years ago and I received this from my father just last week.
ReplyDeletePerhaps sometimes our genes do as I am urbanized yet I love the rural life as well. Yorkton was the home and start of my grandfather's best friend, Sam Bronfman. But that is of no significance within here. Let me see if I can find a picture from within the house. Not right now, but shall come back to it I think this one is going to take merely words to describe it...it was built and Dan didn't go to war he had a brother and his brother which I never knew was engaged to Margy. Yet he went off to WW2. When he got back Dan had stolen her heart and well, the two brothers never talked again but Dan and Margy were really made to be with. So I think now you know why I love the west. I enjoy the Rural life, as well as I enjoy not all but a good portion of the urban life as well. I think all the very large cities I have lived in are just all too fast.
I loved this house and this really does not illustrated it well it's the back yard. Yet what was rather neat was getting this as I was not raised with my relatives, I was raised in the States. But this was like a second home to me. Woulda, coulda, shoulda - I wish Margy would never have sold off this house to the city, the land yes. However they are fond memories, our memories do shape us as well as this very important word - purpose is very important in life as well.
ReplyDeletethe house looks beautiful ---it is the memories amigo that heal and make us remember how we once understood love-----good for you that you have found this connection
ReplyDeleteThere are many things I have never placed out there on the net. But memories connected with purpose shape our lives. Good morning there to you.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful place Jack. Memories are our treasure. Enjoy your day.
ReplyDeleteChildhood memories are a treasure Jack. Have a wonderful day.
ReplyDeleteToday I have done my own good deed with family for now I shall leave it at that and later on come back to this write on my uncle and aunt. It's pouring out, yet so we shall leave it at that :). Peace.
ReplyDeleteThey are Rashmi, I literally arrive home just a while ago. Although I was never raised in this is a fond recollection as I received a snail mail and to my suprise I never would have thought I would have recieved it but apparently it came while I was in Montreal.
ReplyDeleteA great day to you as well. Namaste...
It looks like a very nice house.
ReplyDeleteGlad you did a good deed. :-)
That house looks really nice. As I am writing this another comment pops up with the same text :). Being a European I had to look at the map where Yorkton is located. Seems to be nice as well!
ReplyDeleteIt was DJ, and today it was with regards to family and tending to getting his oncologist advised as to what was going on but that is that.
ReplyDeleteThanks the house itself in which I only have this one picture as mentioned that was here awaiting me literally is the only picture of this house that I do have and to describe it and the history of it is something that I do wish I had more pictures of to decribe it however it's all that I have. So I am thinking of how to describe it as the history of it is I will try to continue with. BTW, very nice bake goods you have there :)
Yeah it's in a small town Jan within the province of Saskatchewan.
ReplyDeleteThis house was actually built by my Uncles’ father whom was a lawyer. He literally built for his wife a dream house. Although the backyard does not show all that much there was literally the down stairs which had the living room, a dining room, kitchen, and then there were the three bathrooms on the down stairs.
ReplyDeleteWhen originally built all the inner trimmings where done with an antique wood frame. Then the neatest things for me was the upstairs as it had a large staircase which lead into a another kind of main living area as well with four rooms one of which was for one hired hand to live in as a dwelling. For a kid at that time it was the neatest thing although it had been altered a few times but just imagine one bedroom which a closet that within it had a door. Obviously this was the maid's living quarters for back in those times. Not knowing it was there ever and as it seemed hidden well the curiosity certainly was there!
I will never forget one night in deciding to ponder down it, well aside of falling over things along with my other cousin that was as well visiting at the time we certainly had our surprise. Yet we found that the small staircase led down to the kitchen. Amazed we were yet we rushed up back into our rooms upstairs so fast! Now just imagine a kid at the age of 9 along with another cousin pondering down this staircase while everyone was asleep.
Well it’s was unbelievable as without a flashlight nor anything after opening the door which was within the closet we started to climb down the stairs and before you know it we accidentally stumbled over spoons and dishes. Which didn’t go over that well. I am not sure what the age range of all are in this but if you have ever read as a kid the Hardy boys…this was it as we thought this was some sort of adventure. Yeah an adventure all right! We had to clean up everything the next morning and then the story of this house was told to me by way of my this Aunt and Uncle of mine and I was show some other areas that were amazing.
Believe it or not, when my uncle’s father built the house his wife would not allow them to live in it for six months. Finally back then they actually moved into it. She just allowed people in to clean and the family lived within a very small secondary house. So all in the entire house was something of an amazing thing to me. Every two summers I was there living with them for two weeks and to this day I always thought my aunt should have kept the house within the family. Yet she could have kept the house...
For myself I always considered as something that could have been preserved and kept with the family.
Nice house & I bet sweet, good memories :) My favorite place as a child was my grandmother's home, my safe haven.
ReplyDeleteI was up early this morning and new that I had to tend to some things regarding my father and it's been pouring. I decided to just use this one small camera of mine and take the shot Cath. I think we all do have those memories of the past, this Aunt and Uncle of mine were really the only ones that I knew as we always lived down there in the states while I was a child. It wasn't a safe haven, it was a place that was away from the hustle and bustle and I was always staying out of town with them. The house was something as I am sure was yours. I think we all have those places where we have great memories.
ReplyDeleteIt was actually great writing this morning and just flowing with it and I don't have a photographic memory yet I think we often remember the things that are precious to us. I had this picture for almost a month now and I figured I would write on it......~why not~.
The best way I can describe it was every two years we would believe it or not -------- drive for two days but when getting there it was tremendous.
It was like a rural Disney land for me.
there is something about early morning on the farm. a very lovely house indeed. it seems a wonderful place to have memories of and the family that brought so much to you and your life. A beautiful entry and photo.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cinn, the one thing I wish to say aside from this blog is your truly an inspiration and I hope you reach your goals within the race that your training for.
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It's a fond memories as well, it's a true story about my aunt and uncle...if I have time I wish to write on purpose and you are a definition of inspiration as well as purpose...you go there with that race that your training for!
thank you Jack. You might enjoy the different jazz blog that i posted as it involves the photography of jazz and some history. I surely enjoy your writings and appreciate your thoughtfulness. have a great eve, huggers
ReplyDeleteHugs back, I shall promise there Cinn and if I can I wish to write on purpose and how time flies when you are doing something and staying occupied at the same time......hugs back there. I shall come over lol either tonight or tomorrow. Promise!
ReplyDeleteMornings were something and totally new to me seeing just ordinary folk all having coffee around the kitchen table and meanwhile my aunt would always have a bunch of food to place outdoors for all the "farm cats". Think of a mixture of bread, milk and well other things as well and I would come back in and then before I went out with my uncle to do the town tour of milk deliveries, it was off to the barn. Yeah it was fun but as well it was a HOLIDAY.
ReplyDeleteYet sitting there and just having breakfast with all these folks and listening to them - it was something. Needless to say I did get stopped on by a horse as well as was believe it or not chased by not a bull but a cow. Now cows don't usually do this. But I loved it, I really did. When it came time to leave, my grandparents from my mothers side - my grandfather whom was Hungarian used to give myself and my brother and sister some money and before he would give me anything he would always ask me why I never stayed with him. I always looked at my folks as it was there idea not mine.
A very beautiful house.
ReplyDeleteYep, memories are the things that kept us connected to our loved ones ... and in a way keep us grounded.
tight hugs :)
Yesterday I looked high and low as somewhere I have two pictures of this house that I had taken a long time ago and had burned to cd, but memories are good the way I see it if we still maintain a purposeful life. One of the worst things that happens to senior citizens is that after they end working they don't have a hobby. Purpose keeps us grounded, memories and recollections as well as faith is something that is parmount within the human condition. Yet I loved this house and thank you much.
ReplyDeleteJack, I love this song and it has so much meaning. I thought you might want to hear it since you posted this blog about a childhood home you loved,,, Hope you like it!
ReplyDeleteI know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Just listening too as I get a coffee...Thank you big time Cath. Shall listen to it again, I can relate and who is she? Love the song there is something to be said with folk/country music....THANK YOU!
ReplyDeleteOk :)
ReplyDeleteHer name is Miranda Lambert. I heard this song on radio one day & it touched me so much I had to pull over as I was crying so much. I'm glad you like it!
ReplyDeleteLove it literally thank you much...
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome my friend! I'm off to begin my day, hope you enjoy yours, Hugs from South Carolina.
ReplyDeleteJust arrived back from mine and again I thank you I just logged on here.
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