The woman continued, “The house that used to stand here was falling down so we tore it apart. This was the neighbour’s house. We moved it here. Come and look around if you’d like.”
Dad got out of the car and he and the woman were soon deep in conversation. We all walked around, getting the feel of what it must have been like to live in a place like this nearly a century ago. It was so remote now, but then it must have been like being on the moon.
My sister Cheryl and cousin Janet are walking down the road from the homestead — not another house in sight.
Cousins, listening to Dad’s memories with rapt attention.
Here I am with two characters from my first story. Nestor is on the left, Dad on the right. In the background is the original ice house structure.
