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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Coaldale Summer

The crew. With one small addition.
When I was 10, my dad had the opportunity to buy a second small ranch just over an hour from the home spread. Near the town of Coaldale, Alberta.
It would have been a logistical nightmare for one man to run both places, so he had two choices.
A, put a foreman and workers on the second place, or B, park some of his children and one cousin there.
Because Dad was a frugal man, he went with plan B and, at the beginning of the summer, myself and my three older siblings and our cousin, Michael, found ourselves in a tidy little ranch house nestled in a fold of the prairie.
My eldest sister, age 17 served as chief cook and bottle-washer.
My two older brother, ages 15 and 12, as general cow hands.
My cousin, wherever he was needed.
And me, as ballast.
Our jobs were properly delineated and we went to them with a will.
Chris cooked.
Jerry and George brought in the hay crop and tended the cattle.
Michael moved between them.
And I showed up for meals.
Oh, and rode my horse.
It was a learning, growing experience for all of us.
Simply managing such an operation would have been challenge, but this ranch was unique.
It was also infested with rattlesnakes.
One day, while stacking hay, my oldest brother sat down on a bale to rest. There was a sudden buzz at his feet. Without even thinking, he simply pitched sideways off the stack, neatly avoiding being bitten. Then he and his younger brother hunted down the culprit and disposed of it.
Can’t have rattlesnakes in the hay . . .
Then they coiled up the remains on the front step of the house and rang the doorbell.
Okay, I served two purposes on the ranch. Ballast and heart-attack victim.
After that experience, I mostly remained inside the house. Only going outside to ride. Walking slowly and carefully and observantly.
The technique must have worked because my only other experience with anything slithery was during a ride to check the cows, when my mount leaped suddenly and nimbly into the air and I saw, beneath us in the grass, something long and skinny and very, very mobile.
Whew!
Another memory from that summer was of my sister, busy in the kitchen.
Chris was making stew for supper. For a few minutes, she hunted around in the cupboards. Finally, she sighed. I asked her what was wrong.
“I don’t have any flour,” she said. “Well, I’ll try . . .”
By this time I had lost interest and gone back to my reading.
I’ll never forget the stew she served that evening.
It was absolutely delicious.
Absolutely. Delicious.
Better than anything I had ever eaten.
I overheard her conversation with Jerry as I worked my way through a third helping.
Chris: I couldn’t find any flour for thickener.
Jerry: This is great. What did you do?
Chris: I used pancake mix.
Resourceful. And maybe a secret ingredient for delicious-ness?
It was a wonderful summer. Days of being cared for by older siblings. And cousin. (Sometime, I’ll tell you about my brother chasing off a mischievous bull using a bucket and a shovel.) Evenings spent playing five-handed solitaire. (It can be done.)
Learning that, if left on our own, we could succeed.
Our Coaldale summer.
I’ll never forget it.


14 comments:

  1. Coaldale. I can picture it just from the name.

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  2. I love this story! Can you imagine parents allowing this today? Sad that our kids don't get these opportunities to learn all they can accomplish left to their own devices! Thanks!

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    1. So true! My mom, at the age of 10 was sent to cook for her father and brothers when they went haying. 10! she was describing the little wood stove she used. "It had the littlest oven! I could only fit in one pie at a time!" She was baking for a crew. By herself. At the age of 10! You notice in my story that I merely EAT the pie. :)

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  3. You were a capable lot considering your ages!

    "ballast" hahaha! I have a feeling you did more than you let on :)

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  4. Talk about a lesson in responsibility.

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  5. I always look forward your stories +Diane Tolley

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  6. I remember one of the fencing crew running down the pathway through the coulee to bring the pickup to the rest of the crew. A rattlesnake coiled up on the path in front of him and he leapt, probably six feet in the air and never broke his stride. He cleared that snake and kept on going.

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    1. The Olympians have nothing on the Albertans! Think of the heights that could be reached with a little . . . motivation . . .

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  7. Five children left alone on a ranch filled with rattlesnakes. Left alone on purpose. That would be illegal these days. Yet such a learning curve for all of you and a major step towards independence.

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    1. I think about it now . . . Yet at that time, it wasn't even blinked at!

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