Mrs. N. A. Polifka,
The opening up of the
Card playing was also indulged in, especially for rainy days and
evenings, while fishing and hunting was left for Sundays.
Here I want to speak of the wild flowers all through the country around
Soon after the settlement of
It was my privilege as a little girl to go with my father to the raising
of the schoolhouse, the event calling out all the neighbors for miles around and
a great day it was indeed for there were several other children on hand and we
kids did have a jolly time all day. My
father at that time was one of the school board and building committee.
With the completion of the new building, it brought not only day school
but preaching on Sundays and also a large enthusiastic Sunday School.
Out first Superintendent was truly a man of God and beloved by all.
His name was Mr. George Fostee.
My brother, Duncan Campbell, was the librarian and treasurer of the
Sunday School. We had good
attendance, good singing and many faithful teachers who labored hard to teach us
the word of God. The women of the
church organized an aid sewing society to raise money to help in the different
departments for furnishing the schoolhouse, sewing for children that they too
might appear in the Sunday School.
The most lively events were the suppers and dinners furnished by the
women to which nearly everyone attended coming for miles around to gather at the
festive board, and not only to partake of all the good things furnished, but to
look into each others faces and a warm hand clasp.
I remember their smiling faces and happy expressions while enduring all
the hardships of a new country and very often poverty, and very little to give
them happiness except pure air, God's bountiful sunshine and the perfume from
the wild flower. One almost shrinks
in comparison to our lives at this day surrounded with all the comforts and
luxuries of an up-to-date civilization. During
the winter, donation parties were given the minister where a good supper was
served and many brought of their storehouse for gifts to maintain the preacher.
Also, in our day school, we had spelling schools, sleigh rides, etc.
During the summer months, we had Sunday School picnics and last day of
school picnics, with much speaking and singing by the children which meant a
great deal for us.
After we got to be quite young folks, we thought to
hold a dinner party during the
took our food in the morning and keeping it warm until
, we set a long table and gathered around for our
meal. I remember one good mother who
sent us a heaping pan of fried cakes which were so good and appreciated by all.
I shall never forget this little part of our school life.
As I think over the past and those good old pioneer days when each man
and woman were neighbors in the true sense of the word and helped each other in
sickness and health; in the true spirit of self sacrifice for others.
Who can tell, but God alone can reveal the many struggles and hardships
that the dear mothers had in those early days raising their families that were
to become the men and women of the future. Mothers
battling from day to day that right should prevail.
I am reminded of the words from the poet, "the bravest battles that ever
were fought were fought by the mothers of men".
After all, what are our lives now as compared to those happy carefree
days of our youth when we dwelt in peace and harmony with our dear parents who
have passed to the other shore and are the companions of the Saints?
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