Regina: day 3

We drove north from Regina into the Qu'Appelle Valley.

The northern side of the valley.  We would turn east on the first road we came to to get to the family farm.

A view from the top.

On the other side of the road, harvested fields and ...

Wheatwyn Church.

Built in 1907 by a small group of German Lutheran immigrants.

Part of a Sunday school list from the 1950s. Six of the first nine on the list are my cousins. Note the poor attendance of Harold Hodel - no stars at all. Could I be related to him also?

In the cemetery behind the church, my mother's parents graves.

Out to the fields where the final harvesting is taking place. At right is cousin Donald, Glenn's brother.

Donald bought Uncle Fernie's farm when he retired.  Uncle Fernie and Aunt Ardyth once lived out here before moving into the village of Markinch. Donald donated the farm house to be used for an RCMP bomb training scenario. This is what's left.

I rode in the combine with Donald's son Marc for a few passes and loved it.

Thais rode around with Reg. In a good year of wheat farming, they harvest about 25-30 bushels/acre, in a very good year about 40 bushels.  This year it's about 60! A bumper crop as they say.

Justin drove the grain truck.

Off they go as the sun gets lower in the sky. They should be done by the end of the week, just in time for Canadian Thanksgiving on the 14th.

From the truck

to the granary.

I think my mom was the first child (the 4th of 6) to be born inside this house.

Donald's wife Marcia.

We drove to Southey to have dinner at cousin Angela (Glenn's sister) and Les' house. Glenn's family (L-R) Jordan, Glenn, Andrea. Glenn is holding grandson Romen.

To Glenn's left is his mother Adeline, Angela and Les.

Another great day, time is passing too quickly.