Good ole days
After my father past away in 1953, my mother wanted to see her relatives in Canada, where she was born. We lived in WI. Since my father had purchased a new 1953 Ford 2 dr Mainliner, 6 cyl., 3 on the tree and no radio, she figured that would get up past Saskatoon to Choiseland where her twin sister lived. This was in 1955. We kept getting lost and would find the local farm and ask direction. About 50% of the time, the farmer or his wife(he was out in the field) spoke only French!!! We Didn't!! In Choiseland, all the farmers lived in town and had only machine sheds on the land to shelter the tractors, etc. We also stopped at a huge Museum in Saskatoon that was full of the really old farm equipment. At 15 I fell in love with steam tractors and still go to the ole time farm shows here in MO. and IL. Oh, sometimes the so called gas station consisted of building with a bunch of 5 gallon cans of gas and this old guy to pore them into your tank, not spilling more than a gallon and a half on the car. If you went back behind the building, out in the open was a 5 gal. can with the top cut off and a toilet seat on it. Unisex bathroom. Well, I can't turn this into a travellog, but I was a very luck to have made it. I still like to explore old gravel roads!
After my father past away in 1953, my mother wanted to see her relatives in Canada, where she was born. We lived in WI. Since my father had purchased a new 1953 Ford 2 dr Mainliner, 6 cyl., 3 on the tree and no radio, she figured that would get up past Saskatoon to Choiseland where her twin sister lived. This was in 1955. We kept getting lost and would find the local farm and ask direction. About 50% of the time, the farmer or his wife(he was out in the field) spoke only French!!! We Didn't!! In Choiseland, all the farmers lived in town and had only machine sheds on the land to shelter the tractors, etc. We also stopped at a huge Museum in Saskatoon that was full of the really old farm equipment. At 15 I fell in love with steam tractors and still go to the ole time farm shows here in MO. and IL. Oh, sometimes the so called gas station consisted of building with a bunch of 5 gallon cans of gas and this old guy to pore them into your tank, not spilling more than a gallon and a half on the car. If you went back behind the building, out in the open was a 5 gal. can with the top cut off and a toilet seat on it. Unisex bathroom. Well, I can't turn this into a travellog, but I was a very luck to have made it. I still like to explore old gravel roads!
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