I watched my oldest son graduate from the University of British Columbia law school in Vancouver, BC today without ever leaving the comforts of my own home!  We watched the ceremony live online. Aren’t the wonders of technology amazing?

Since we were just in Vancouver in March and plan to return again to meet our new grandchild, Matt and Robin’s firstborn, when he or she arrives in October, Matt suggested that we might not want to make another trip to the coast for today’s event.  He definitely wants us to be there next spring, however, when he’s called to the bar and we’ve already promised that we will be.

We’ve had the privilege of watching Matthew graduate three times; first from high school here in Sedgewick in 1998 when he won many academic awards including the top student award, then we were there when he received his Bachelor of Journalism from Carleton University in Ottawa in 2002 and finally, today!

As we watched the webcast, we were delighted to see my father in the crowd!  Matthew’s grandpa graduated from UBC over 60 years ago. I’m sure watching his grandson walk across the platform and accept a diploma from his alma mater was a very proud moment indeed!

Matt will continue his studies with a six week preparation course for the bar exam.  After writing the exam early this summer, he’ll begin his year of articling with the Vancouver office of McCarthy Tetrault, one of Canada’s largest law firms.  He worked for the firm last summer and is very excited about going back.

Matthew’s interest in law goes back a long way.  In fact, I remember one of his primary school teachers commenting during a parent/teacher interview that he had a very strong sense of justice. As his parents, we may be a little biased but we consider him to be a young man of both wisdom and integrity and are certain that he will be an asset to the legal profession.

Congratulations, Matthew!  We’re very proud of you!

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I’d grow up to be a farmer; or more accurately, a farm labourer.  I was born in Powell River, a pulp and paper town on the coast of British Columbia and spent most of my teen years in Vancouver.  I also lived for a time in Yellowknife, NWT.  It wasn’t until I went to university in Calgary that I came anywhere near the wheat fields of Alberta.

When I moved to Sedgewick to begin my teaching career in 1975, I entered a whole new world where the livelihood of many families depended on a good harvest.  I was fascinated by the farm equipment and the cycle of seeding and harvest and was humbled by the fact that my elementary school students knew more about it than I did.  Over the years that followed, however, I continued to observe from a distance. Even when I visited the family farm with Richard, I didn’t have opportunity to experience farming first hand.  I remember helping move cattle once, but for the most part, the men did the farm work and the women were in the house.

All that changed one Sunday in the fall of 2005 when my friend, Louis, asked if I’d ever ridden a combine.  When I said no, he asked if I’d like to and so it was that one sunny afternoon, after a day of teaching school, I drove out to the field and joined him on the combine.  What a thrill!  As we crisscrossed the field and watched the sun set over the waves of gold, I saw a beauty in this land that I’d never seen before.  I was far from the first person to be invited to ride along with Louis but apparently I was the first to fall in love with what he was doing.  The following year he invited me back and then in the spring of 2007, I also spent a few hours riding the tractor with him during seeding.  I enjoyed every moment and hoped I’d be invited back yet again.  Little did I know that I would soon become his hired hand!

Richard and I retired from teaching in the spring of 2007.  Sometime during August of that year, Louis stopped by the house to see if we’d be interested in helping out during harvest.  The economy was booming and seasonal help was difficult to find.  Richard spent some time swathing (cutting the grain) and I did almost all the combining (running the machine that separates the grain seeds from the stalks).  When everyone else went back to school in the fall, I didn’t miss it one bit.  I was on the combine having the time of my life! When we were in Japan last fall and I knew that harvest was going on without me, I missed it terribly.

Louis is 80 years old.  Over the past few years, he’s been gradually cutting back on the amount of land that he farms and this year his family suggested that he should retire completely.  Farming has been his life and his passion for more than 60 years, however.  I truly believe that if he couldn’t farm, he’d feel that life wasn’t worth living anymore.  We’re both working for him again this spring.  In fact, we’re pretty much putting the crop in for him.  Richard is running the air seeder which deposits seed and fertilizer into the ground and I follow up with the harrow/packer, a 50 foot wide implement that smoothes and packs the newly seeded soil.  Both are pulled behind gigantic John Deere tractors. Louis is the boss; making all the important decisions, maintaining the equipment and making many trips to and fro with fuel, seed and fertilizer.  With two rookies on the equipment, there’s plenty to keep him busy.  The arrangement seems to be working well for all of us and we’ve promised him that as long as he’s able and wants to continue farming, we’ll be here during spring and fall to help.

Richard at work

Louis is a wise and patient teacher.  He takes the time to answer my questions even though some of them must seem very elementary to him. He realizes that I want to understand not just how to do the job correctly but why we do things the way we do.  He even handled my frustration the first day of seeding with grace.  I hadn’t learned to read the field yet and couldn’t always tell where I’d already been and where I should go next.  I was disgusted that my lines weren’t always as straight as I thought they should be.  Louis knows me well enough to know that I was frustrated because I share his philosophy that a job worth doing is worth doing right. He also knew that I was stubborn enough not to give up and that with practice, I’d get better.  By the time he came around a second time to see how things were going, I was able to tell him that I was having fun.

with Louis and "my" tractor

When I’m out on an open field under the big Alberta sky, I feel such peace. I liken it to being on a boat on the ocean on a calm day.  At times we share the fields with deer, coyotes and birds of many kinds. When I look back over a field that I’ve finished, it gives me a great sense of accomplishment.

the harrow/packer

In addition to the fun of farming itself, there’s another plus to all of this and that is Louis’ wife, Doris, who is known throughout the countryside as a fantastic cook.  She makes supper for us every day that we work!  In the spring, we finish up by 6:30 p.m. and head to the house for a hearty meal. At harvest time, like many farm wives, she delivers supper to the field so that we can stop for a short break and then get back to work as every minute counts when winter is just around the corner.

If the weather cooperates, we’ll soon be finished seeding.  We’ve been delayed several times by this spring’s ugly weather conditions.  Last week, we had to wait for three days because the remaining fields needed to be sprayed for weeds before they could be planted.  Spraying requires almost perfect weather conditions.  First it was too windy and then it was too cold. Though the fields desperately need moisture so that the seeds will germinate and grow, they need to be dry while we actually work them. Once we finish seeding, we’ll be praying for both rain and heat so that there will be a bountiful crop to harvest come fall.

Many early settlers came to our part of Alberta from Norway.  Every May 17th, which is Norwegian Independence Day, the local historical society hosts a tea.  This year they decided to include a fashion show featuring vintage clothing from the Sedgewick museum collection and I was recruited as a model.

I visited the museum a couple of weeks ago to try on clothes.  I must admit that I couldn’t help wondering why some garments are considered to be of historical value and are carefully preserved in the museum while other similar items end up in the local thrift store!  I suppose, however, that the goal is to preserve a sample of different styles from throughout the years for the enjoyment of future generations.  As I perused the collection and tried things on, I also came to the realization that I have clothing in my basement that should probably be in the museum!

I modeled five items in yesterday’s show.  One of my favourites was a navy blue drop waist dress that I’m guessing might have originated in the 1940s. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of that one.  I also fell in love with an exquisite wedding dress that fit me like a glove.  I think there must still be a bit of the little girl who loved playing dress up in me!

Some of the other items that I modeled bordered on hideous.  As we hurriedly changed from one outfit to another, we couldn’t help but wonder whatever possessed us or our predecessors to think that some of the styles were attractive and ought to be worn in public!  The polyester checked pantsuit looks far better in the photo than it did in real life and the multicoloured tent dress was part of our final category known as Far Out Fashions.  Four of us appeared on the runway wearing various gaudy items and the audience was asked to choose the farthest out by clapping, cheering and generally indicating their choice as noisily as possible.  I won hands down.  No one else had the courage to appear in something that outlandish!

All in all, it was a fun afternoon and hopefully also a successful fundraiser for the historical society who are in the process of raising funds for some badly needed renovations to the old sandstone building that houses the museum.  Built in 1910, it was originally the Merchants Bank of Canada and later became the Bank of Montreal.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day so when the show was over, we headed out to the golf course with a group of friends.  After just one hole of golf, however, a horrendous wind storm blew in and the temperature plummeted.  I’m hoping to be back in my farming clothes and out on the tractor again this afternoon but there are snowflakes in the air this morning so it’s looking pretty iffy.

The blog has been oddly silent lately but those of you who still check it faithfully have not been forgotten.  Over the past week I’ve spent over thirty hours driving a tractor and I’m looking forward to sharing that experience as soon as I have some photos to go along with it.  I’ve also been busy getting ready to speak at our church’s annual ladies retreat on May 29 and 30.  I’ll be giving three talks over the course of 24 hours so there’s lots of preparation to be done.  In addition to that, I’ve been cleaning out the tent trailer and getting it ready for a cross Canada road trip in June and July.  I’ll be taking my new laptop on the road with us so the blog will definitely become more active as the trip unfolds.  Please don’t go away!

We spent the past few days in Calgary where we celebrated our grandson, Andrew’s, first birthday.  On our way to Calgary, we passed a couple of golf courses that were already open and noticed that a few hardy souls were out playing.  It was cold and windy though so we didn’t really envy them.  

The Sedgewick course opened while we were away.  It was sunny and warm when we arrived home this afternoon so we immediately headed out for our first round since the course closed in mid October 2007!  Neither of us played particularly well but it was great to be out there and my final score was about the same as it usually is at this time of year.  My putting was particularly dreadful but it’s early in the year and the greens need time to mature.

I first tried golfing over 30 years ago but I had no patience for it. I decided to give it another try about 15 years later and was immediately hooked. I’m not sure what had changed in the interim but I love being out of doors, away from whatever needs doing at home and I enjoy the challenge of trying to better my game.  I also like the fact that it’s something that Richard and I enjoy doing together.

We’re very fortunate to live down the street from a lovely nine hole course. We can jump on our golf cart here at home and drive it down the street and across the course to the first tee box all in a matter of five minutes.  Now that’s a definite advantage to living in a small town!

Golf is also very affordable here.  In fact, our annual membership, which allows us unlimited golf for the entire season, would probably only pay for two or three rounds in Japan.  That’s just one of the reasons that we didn’t golf there though. As much as we love the game, there were so many other interesting things to see and do and our time there was limited.  

The course has undergone a few changes since we were last out. Several old and dying trees have been removed and a new sand trap has appeared behind the sixth green.  That will definitely add a new challenge to our game.  I managed to avoid it today but Richard wasn’t as fortunate and I’m sure my turn will come.  After all, we’ll be spending lots of time on the course this year.