It's quiet in the house tonight. Kirk and Shauna came back last night from Quebec City. They all left after a pancake breakfast this morning. Abbey and I had the day to ourselves as Clare and Jodi were on the combines. Clare also hauled a load of canola to Weyburn, then they came home and he barbecued a steak supper along with potatoes from the garden and some tasty Peaches and Cream corn on the cob from the Hanson farm. Thanks to Michael for picking and delivering that. Clare's are sleeping in their camper tonight so I'm alone for the first time in quite awhile.
My internet was down to dial up speed today so I really couldn't do much on the computer until high speed was restored after 24 hours. Some downloads from Netflix had exceeded my limit so I'm going to drop my membership in Netflix until I can switch to a higher speed. I'm committed to xplornet for three years and that ends in December so I'm hoping to move up to something better then.
Since I really don't have much news and it's past my bedtime, this blog is going to be short. I am thinking of my dad, Milford Erickson, who passed away twenty-five years ago today on September 2, 1987. I was teaching kindergarten then and the first day was on September 3. I spent the day at school rather than get a sub for that first day. Dad had been a resident of a care home in Saskatoon since 1984. His days were lonely after Mom's passing on November 4 of that year. He had Parkinsons disease and after supper had put his head down on the table and that's how the staff found him, a very peaceful passing for a very peaceful, kind and loving father.
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| Milford Clayton Erickson March 6, 1907 - Sept.2, 1987 |
This year marks the hundredth anniversary of his family's move to Canada. Grandpa Albert Erickson came up from the US in August to look for work and a place to live. The family joined him later in Swift Current, SK. Dad and his brother Almer started school at Elmwood School, which was brand new in 1912. In 1964-65 I taught in a grades one and two classroom in that same school. On March 8, 1965 I met my future husband, Howard, when he came to visit his cousin in Swift Current. I lived a couple houses down from them, babysat their daughter Kathy and also rode along to St. Olaf Lutheran Church with them on Sundays. So Swift Current will always have a special place in my heart.
With that story, I'm off to bed. Some day I will do a blog celebrating the Erickson family's hundredth year in Canada but that story will have to wait until after harvest and after our eighth grandchild's arrival. Stay tuned!!
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