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THE LUCKNOW SENTINEL, LUCKNOW, ONTARIO
WEDNESDAY, JULY 27, 1977
Sunday and Christmas Day and
finished on the twenty-sixth of
well or a cistern and carried in and
out. The stove was going summer
and winter, even to do the ironing,
as the irons were heated on the
stove. Those same women made
their own soap from wood ashes
and a certain amount of lye added.
In-winter the clothes would quite
often be frozen by the time they got
to the line to dry.
This is just one part of a day for a
housewife, of course. Those clothes
had to be all wrung out by hand
using particular care on the finer
fabrics. This was just the washing,
not a full day's work by any means.
All these operations for wash day
are authentic, because have hid
them all to do myself at times
because of my mother's health.
Besides washing, most of theladies
made their 'children's entire. ward-
robe, for both boys and girls. They
knitted sweaters and stockings, not
for just a pastime, but as a
necessity, and did all their own
baking and cooking. They canned
their winter supply of fruit and
vegetables, and didn't need garb-
age bags to put the empty cans in.
She was able to maintain her home
with the exception of sugar, salt,.
pepper, and some seasonings 'that
were not produced in her garden,
and of course, the clothing
material. Looking back, this would
have been in the 1900-1920 period
and well before that.
When we think of the change
that' fifty years had made, one
wonders what the next fifty will
bring. I spent fifty years in a large
city, from 1919-1969, and in coming
back found it difficult to find any
real resemblance to what it was like
when I left.
Buildings were either gone or
used for a different purpose. Even
though I had worked at farming for
my first 24 years, I had no
conception of where to start. A
man with a good smart team of
horses could plough two acres a
day, and now 1 am told there is a
machine that can plough 200 a day,
twice as much as the size of the
average farm in those days. One
man can harvest his entire hay and
grain crop, when it used to take
anywhere from 8-14 men to do a
threshing.
I worked with the title of
engineer, for six seasons. One year
we started on the twenty-second of
July and through rain, wind and
snow, not losing a single minute
due to weather or break down of
any kind, threshed every day but December.
When we think of the amount of
exchange work given by the men in
different localities and now see one
than doing it alone, we wonder, if
the old spirit of comradeship is still
there. The size of the farm has
Increased almost ten times and the
amount of yield per acre has grown
at least three times, but the
number of men required for the
operations of these farms has
decreased so one does not have to
guess at the unemployment situa-
tion.
These are just very small
samples of what has happened
during some of our lives here
before. Is it any wonder we take
such an old fashioned view and
make statements that are not a part
of this new community to us?.
Some of us, when we take time
off from crying on someone's
shoulder about our own complaints
and ailments, try to think about
what will happen if progress
continues at the present rate for the
next 20 years or more. What will
we have? There seems to be but
one answer.
A people and country so far in
debt that there will be no salvation.
The unemployed will be such a
great number that in order to feed
them, taxation will be high and the
general public will not be able to
meet it, and then WHAT?
BIG DEMAND
Personal magnetism would be
a mighty high priced commodity
if it could be bought and
In the past year, or rather ever
since I started writing articles that
have been published in the local ,
weekly, my aim has been most
certainly of a nature connected with
Pinecrest, the personnel and the
occupants.
Suddenly, it occurred to me, that
I had missed the reason for
Pinecrest, in the first place, the
Occupants.
While not all, but a great number
of us are past the three score and
ten years, it may sound impossible, •
but I truly believe that a great
number can better remember
incidents of their lives that
happened before World War I,
than they can of last week or even
yesterday.
Being in this classification my-
self, I will try and give a small
description of our youth, or of what
life in this community was like back
in that time.
PINETREE
CRESTENETS
BY AUBREY HIGGINS
In the first place, there were no
telephones, no automobiles, and no
electricity. The only method of
heating homes was the wood-burn-
ing stove. The lady of the house, if
asked her occupation, would reply,
"Housewife". She would not say
"I was the private secretary to the
president for some large company,
but I am at home for the present
because of the baby."
A housewife's day started when
her husband got up at five a.m., or
before that. Quite often she milked
her share of the cows, got breakfast
ready and prepared a good
'substantial meal, not a dish of
cornflakes, and then her day began
in earnest.
If it was a Monday, it was wash
day, just as surely as the day before
was Sunday, and regardless of
snow, rain or temperature. The
first thing she had to do was get
enough water to fill the double
boiler on the stove. There was a
large tub with a washboard, on
which she rubbed the clothes up
and down until they were spotlessly
clean. The water would have to be
changed with each amount of
clothes, and it was pumped from a