Saturday, October 17, 2009

Olive's Final Journey

We drove to Saskatchewan and back, Wednesday to Friday. A quick trip and the weather couldn't be worse going out. However the visit was enjoyable and Olive's ashes are now interred in the Melfort Cemetery.
The family all remains connected and that is such a good thing. We enjoyed our stay and our conversations especially the trip to the Waterhen (I think that is what it is called) with Lyle and Teresa.



This is the north end of the Waterhen Wildlife sanctuary where we saw so many snow geese, Grants geese, Canadian geese and the Sandhill cranes. A juvenile bald eagle was waiting in the trees, I think there is pretty easy picking with the swathed crops lying in the fields making a buffet for the rodents.

Warren, Bev and Greg

Sherry and Teresa


Harold and Luella


Bob and Sherry

Bryan and Lyle sharing a laugh.
The group that went to the cemetery then went for lunch to the hotel and afterwards we stopped at Harold and Luella's for more visiting and coffee. We needed it, we had been visiting for hours and needed more fuel to keep going.

Derailed grain car at Melfort. Just an accident that I have two different kinds of cranes here. Ha ha.
I absolutely have to get more powerful zoom lens for my camera.


Three sand hills cranes in the field along the Waterhen Wild Life Sanctuary. The birds in the air were amazing, and then to find three cranes strutting in a field ...how lucky we were.


Snow geese everywhere you look. Landing in the swathed fields.




Olive's final place in the Melfort Cemetery. The ancestor's she shares this place with are her aunt and uncle. Her maternal aunt raised her from an infant. She called her Mother Eastman.

The house in the town of Ethelton that Olive and Ariel built has since been upgraded with a tv antenna and vinyl siding.

The town of Ethelton or should I say hamlet...no wait, what is smaller than a hamlet?
The machne shop/garage where Bryan spent many happy hours as a little kid.

Imagine being a little boy on the prairies in the '40's, living in a little hamlet like Ethelton where the train tracks ran along where the elevated road is in the picture. Nothing to do but be a kid.
We didn't know what the roads were likest Kindersley so we booted it. We didn't have time to stop and take a good look at the old trestle bridge.