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Sweet Briar Memories

Life on the farm was a gift from heaven to Eva and her siblings. There was freedom to run and enjoy the outdoors without worry.  Near the small house were willow trees with a few poplars here and there. There was even one special tree that Alice liked, behind the house.  The children explored the little paths that went through the trees. One path led to a slough which dried up in summer.  There, in the midst of the willow trees, they played house in the open spaces.

Sometimes they would go into the pasture looking for strawberry patches, especially after a rain when they would find ripe berries. Tom made them a swing among the trees  which they really enjoyed, each one trying  to go higher and higher. When some of the relatives who lived a mile away came for a visit they tried the swing too. One day something unfortunate happened which later became a hilarious story recounted again and again with much laughter.

Not far from the swing was a pig pen which Tom had built for one of the pigs that was mean, biting the other pigs in the barn. This particular day Uncle Jim and some others had come to visit and he decided to try out the swing and take four year old, Alfred for a ride. So with Alfred sitting straddled on Jim’s lap, they were swinging higher and higher, when suddenly the swing broke and they landed in the pig pen. Jim was still on the swing board and Alfred still on his lap!

One day Eva’s dad gave her a special gift, a horse named Sandy.  From the time she started school at six years old Eva had ridden a horse by herself to school but now with her younger sister, Florence going to school they could go together. To their delight they  could hitch Sandy to the buggy and ride to the school.  Sandy knew the routine! They would drive to a place near the school where there was a certain telephone pole on the corner.

Then, instead of turning the corner, they would turn the horse and buggy around,  head him in the direction of home and tell him to go. Sandy would go home, pulling the buggy behind him,  right into the yard, stopping in the place where the buggy always sat. Tom would then go out and unhitch Sandy and put him in the barn. Once the girls sent Sandy home they would walk the short distance to school.

The summer of 1924 would be forever etched in Eva’s memory as a time of great joy.  Her dad’s brother, Charles and her dad’s sister, Esther were bringing their families from Michigan for a visit. Uncle Charlie and his wife, Olive (Ollie) were coming with ten of their twelve children. The two oldest girls, Mary Esther (21) and Hazel (20) would not be coming but Charlie Jr. (19),  Art (18), Henry (15), Willie (13), George (11), Clarence (9), Jim (8), Em (6),  Toots (Olive 4), and baby Sam (1) would all be coming with their parents.

Aunt Esther (Ett) and her husband, Guy would be bringing their four children; Hazel (12), Ruth (10), Bessie (4), and baby Billy (1).  Although Eva’s parents looked forward to seeing family, they wondered how they would find room in their small house for that many people in addition to their family of five; Eva (10), Florence (9), Alfred (8), Gladys (2), and baby Ethel (6 mo). Everyone was excited as they looked down the road, watching day and night with anticipation!

One night after everyone had gone to bed, her Mom and Dad heard the sound of cars honking in the distance.  Looking out the window they could see two cars with their lights shining brightly. They dressed quickly and hurried outside to welcome them. The children did not wake up  although Aunt Ett had tried to wake Eva. In the morning when Eva and Florence woke up there were three girls dressed in white dresses and long white stockings, sleeping on the foot of their bed. Before long they woke up and introduced themselves as Hazel, Ruth and Bessie.

Instead of Mom and Dad in the other bed there was  Aunt Ett and Uncle Guy. Aunt Ett was waving and saying hello to Eva who remembered her from when they had lived on the homestead near them,  five years before.  As soon as the girls were dressed they headed outside as Hazel was anxious to introduce some of the others. There stood the two cars.  Uncle Charlies’s car had a trailer hooked up behind it and that’s the first place they stopped.

The three older boys were sleeping in there and Hazel opened the door, pointed her finger and said, “That’s Charlie, that’s Art and that’s Henry.”  Next they went to the car which had a black curtain hanging in it and someone jumped out and over their heads.  Hazel said, “That’s Willie.” Both families had also brought tents: a big white tent which belonged to Uncle Charlie and Aunt Ollie and a brown one which belonged to Uncle Guy and Aunt Ett.

Uncle Charlie and Aunt Ollie slept in their tent and ate their meals in the house while Uncle Guy, Aunt Ett and one year old Billy slept and ate in their tent. Eva described the sleeping arrangements for herself and some of the other girls, “When night came this is what happened in the house where some of us kids slept. They lined us up like soldiers on the floor. I slept by the sewing machine, then Hazel, Florence, Ruth, Emma and Toots .” They were almost too excited to sleep as they thought about the fun they were planning to have tomorrow!

Land of Promise

Thomas Alfred Phillips

The prairies invited those with a spirit of adventure to try their luck  To encourage settlement in Western Canada the Government offered a grant for a free homestead of 160 acres (a quarter section) for a $10.  registration fee to those who were prepared to live on and cultivate the land. Homesteads were plentiful and people from around the world flocked to the Canadian prairies to take advantage of the land grants. One such adventurer was Tom Phillips.

After 15 years of marriage he and his wife, Laura were on the brink of divorce. They decided that a move might be a good way to start anew so they packed their bags and with their 13 year old son, Thomas they began their journey from Flint, Michigan to the district of Guernsey, Saskatchewan.

On March 1, 1910 they crossed the border into Canada, at Windsor and Walkerville, Ontario. After some days on the train, they arrived at Humboldt, a town near their destination. As there were no buildings yet on the homestead they would need to stay in town for a time.

That night in the hotel, Laura could not sleep. Haunted by the memories of all that had happened in the last months and Tom’s reaction, she was not sure this new life was possible. The rage displayed and the words said were still in her mind as she remembered him walking in and finding her in the arms of his friend.

They had tried to talk it out. He said he forgave her but their relationship was not what it had been. Could a new country, a new life, bring healing? She had wanted to try again but the sight of the prairie town still in the deadness of winter was oppressive. Spending the rest of her life in these surroundings was unthinkable.

She thought this was what she wanted but now she knew she couldn’t do it. The next morning she said a tearful goodbye to her son and Tom and prepared for the return trip to Michigan. She had to find her own place of peace wherever that was and if that was possible.

That morning Tom and his young son, Thomas prepared to go farming. They began with the purchase of their first horses, Joe and Nell and a wagon to take them to their land of hope. Later, as Tom stood on a mound, surveying his first piece of land, the stillness was broken by birds flying overhead.

A pair of geese, honking across the evening sky made him aware of his own lack of companionship. He wept as he thought of the woman who would never share his dreams.  Neglected fields around him echoed the loneliness he felt as he thought of the unhappy past and the night he had come home and found Laura in the arms of his friend.

He pushed the thoughts away, determined to put the past behind him. At the age of 37 he  was beginning a new life, in a new country. What would the future hold for him and his son? They still had each other for which he was thankful. Together, they would make a brand new life. The land of promise was a land of new dreams.

Tom and his son made friends with some of the people in the district who offered to help get them started and soon they had a house to live in, on their own land. Tom’s six foot frame and big hands and feet were suited for the hard work ahead. Although he had never done anything quite like this before he was a quick learner.

Whether cutting down trees or seeding the land, he worked from sunrise to sunset every day. At night he fell into bed too exhausted to think of anything but sleep. Sometimes he and Thomas would be invited to one of the neighbor’s for an evening meal and some neighborly news. They always enjoyed those times.

The openness of the country was a welcome change from the overcrowded city he had left but Tom was unprepared for the isolation of winter which came, quietly at first, as morning’s light revealed the snow blanketed surroundings.   Formerly bare trees, now clothed in white, huddled together against the wind. Like their neighbors, they hunted for prairie chickens to supplement their diet. At night they read by the light of the coal oil lamp.

Once a week they hitched up Joe and Nell to the wagon and went into town to get supplies. Stopping at the Post Office was a treat when there was a letter from back home. Some of his brothers and sisters wrote to say they would be coming to get a homestead with their families too. Tom was used to having some of the family around and he missed the times they had together. This was good news.

Thanksgiving had always been a big celebration with family and friends back in Michigan but this year it would not be so big. They gladly accepted the neighbor’s invitation to join them for a wild turkey dinner with Saskatoon berry pie and tea. Tom contributed potatoes, from his garden.  A letter from his mother at Christmas, brought some excitement, she would be coming to visit with some of his family.  More homesteads were a future possibility.

So it was that on Feb 3, 1911 five family members crossed  over the Canadian/ US border at Windsor & Walkerville, Ontario. Tom and his son were happy to meet them at the Humboldt train station. Coming to share the new life were his 22 year old sister, Ester, her husband Guy Burch and their small daughter, Lilian. Joining them were his youngest brother, 18 year old Will and his mother, Mary.

The 1911 Census shows them all living together on the homestead near Humboldt. Ester and her husband got their own homestead within a short time but Will and Mary went back to the US. However, it wasn’t long before his brothers Charlie and Sam and his  sister, Elizabeth came with their families where for a $10 bill they received their own homesteads in the land of promise.