Sunday, May 30, 2010

Prairie Story 16- A Big Move In Many Lives




Never was it so hard to do something such as move to the city. Father had been elected to the state legislature, and they were to leave their prairie. This had been part of their lives for so long, full of an array of stories and heartfelt memories. Their oldest son would move into their home and pass his on to his daughter. The changing of homesteads filled all their hearts with mixed feelings. After all it was all new for each of them, in an old world. Each would find new horizons with this change in their lives, all different yet so much the same.

Father stayed in their new home for twenty more years, working in politics for the rest of his life. Gone were the hard callused hands that had broken the prairie sod. He had traded his plow for a political sword, and became a powerful speaker on the capital floor. His wife found a new social freedom, and was active in many community organizations. She was more the "farmer" of the family now, tending huge vegetable and flowerbeds. These tended to become places for grandchildren and great-grandchildren to work and play in. Even at a distance they were able to stay active with their family, which was a major part of their lives.

Their son and his wife moved into their home with two sons and a daughter. Their daughter had decided to go to college, the first in their family, and become a teacher. Both boys were active with their father on the farm. What had started out as a eighty acre homestead, now encompassed many homesteads. Many a toiled hour, sometimes given up altogether, and taken over by another. Life spent, lost, restored and reborn, the prairie had a lot to offer, but little to show having been ignored. Those who were able to stick it out made a good living. Where did the others all go? Where did the prairie go, one should ask? Gone were the oceans of grass they had explored when he and his wife first met. They had let a larger area go to pasture and hayfield, just because they missed what memories they had from their childhood. Part of this had the land her families had all been on temporarily, before being displaced again to the Nations. The scent of cedar burning whirled around the house, as they found their freedoms in their souls, soaring off to new dimensions and pathways.

Going to college in a small prairie town, was a bit of a change for the daughter. There were so many people just in her dormitory, more than in her tiny township she had grown up around. Her second year she met someone she described as the most exciting and wonderful man she had ever met. Her father had to differ upon a first meeting, this engineering student could barely talk, least be exciting. He later invented a better version of the streetlight to light our cities. They married when she graduated and moved into the house she had grown up in. In a few years, they moved near her grandparents to be closer to jobs. Her youngest brother moved into her home, and began to raise a quick family, with the first arrival twin girls. She went on to accumulate a number of children herself, bearing six in ten years, slowing her career to a halt, to be a mother.

Her youngest brother was short lived in the house, moving from farming to buying a grocery store, in a nearby town. His brother took over farm operations, and his parents moved to the city, to be closer to his grandparents. He worked hard at building his business, maybe to hard, having a heart attack at thirty-nine, and became a custodian part-time at the new school. Having lost his first two sons to childhood illnesses had left them with a daughter. They were blessed later in life with a son, thirteen years between the two children.

The farm continued with the oldest son, a portion of the original prairie somewhat standing. He raised four sons, but none of them would carry on his heritage. Through some very tough years of weather and crop prices, the homestead weathered, and started to show he age, her old age in a new age, in an old land. His wife and he lived on this precious parcel for the rest of their lives. That night he passed away in his sleep, he had stood on his front porch with his family, extending his arms out and offering a prayer of happiness for all he loved at the meal. Little did they fully realize how their lives had been enriched by this simple thought through three generations of life on this prairie. And they would all continue in their song, a song of life purposely retold over and over so none would be lost gently carried by the prairie breeze.



To touch, to feel, to be with each other again, and again


  1. A poetically inspirational story. Your photos, simply magnificent. The lake through the tree trunk and branches is gorgeous. There is an epic verse right there. Love the post.

  2. Great photographs.
    And story.

  3. A heartwarming story and splendid photos!

  4. I love your story, but the photos attracted me more.

  5. I just had to come back and ask if that is you posing as "The Thinker".:)


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