The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.2005, Side 37

Vol. 59 #3
THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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up to finish the road in the spring, we are
all going in a body to make our demands
on the Government as we have a garinter
(sic) that the highway will be taken into the
trunk highway inside of five years.”
It was before that time, I would guess
1927, that I was included in a drive to see
Auntie Helga and Uncle Andy. In the car
driven by my father were three of my seven
sisters. Also with us was Mr Karl
Thorlakson of Winnipeg.
The trip was unforgettable because I
had never before, or since, travelled such a
rocky road. It was surely meant for horse
and buggy and not a gasoline powered
automobile, but my father was an adven-
turer. The road was actually a winding trail
through the bush. Huge rocks and stumps
studded the way. I expect my father wasn't
surprised when the muffler fell off.
Kids don't forget things like that, nor
do they forget the sight of a man taking off
his artificial leg to prop it against a boulder
and hop one-legged into Lake Winnipeg.
That was Uncle Andy when he joined us
for a swim. Both Uncle Andy and Mr
Thorlakson had lost a leg. I never knew if
my uncle had lost his in WWI or when he
worked as a brakeman on the W.S.and
L.W.Railway, which he referred to in one
of his letters.
The one thing that does stand out in
my memory is the joyous welcome we
received from Auntie Helga on our
arrival, and the wonderful aroma that
wafted from her kitchen door. I'm sure
she must have been making pincherry
jelly.
Auntie Helga and Old Nell. This was taken at
Julius Bloch’s farm. Elma Bloch Aikins (his
daughter) told me that auntie Helga always
dressed in her Sunday best when she came for a
visit.
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