Growing up on the prairies of Saskatchewan back in the late 40s and early 50s was, to say the least, a far cry from 2011.
Living without electricity or running water in itself was enough to ensure that your lifestyle would be different in so many ways. Yes, we did have a telephone and it was a community effort so to speak with a number of neighbours in the surrounding area also enjoying this modern new technology and learning how to evesdrop in so that conversations of a supposed private nature sometimes became just the opposite!
My parents were farmers. We had a quarter section of land and they worked it in order to survive. It was no easy task. For many years my father worked the fields with our team of horses before finally being able to afford a small Ford tractor in the first half of the 1950s. As well, we lived about five miles away from the nearest small town called Togo where one could buy essentials and haul your products to town in order to sell them. Apart from the actual grain crops that went in to the wheat elevator in the fall we also would take in milk and cream and butter which would then be sold to the local buyers.
The Christmas season in Canada has always been one which I've looked forward to since I can remember.
As a child growing up on the Saskatchewan prairies back in the late 40's and early 50's Santa Claus and Christmas went hand in hand like chocolate cake and ice cream. They meant family gatherings, bonfires, tobaggan parties and skating outdoors on the dugouts or sloughts along with hot chocolate and homemade cookies and friends. But most of all it meant a time of peaceful celebration and a reminder of all those good things that the Christian religion and its traditions had brought to the world.