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Enjoying a Snow Day Off
Aaron Huffman of Sarnia and Bill Guthrie of Wyoming, Ontario were out for a
leisurely drive in the midst of the storm that assaulted Southwestern Ontario. They
said they were out doing what a lot of people come here specifically to do. Huffman
and Guthrie work for K2 but had time off due to the storm. They started off near Port
Albert and stopped in Lucknow for a warm snack and also were looking for a place
to purchase a balaclava. January 7, 2015.
Once Upon A Time
Bruce County
Memories
Bruce County Historical Society
The writer of the following column
submitted by the Bruce County Histori-
cal society was Olive Hepburn, born in
1907, who was reflecting on her child-
hood winters around 1915 near Hope
Bay on the Bruce Peninsula. She wrote
the article "A Settler's Winter" in 1982
and this column is adapted from the
1982 BCHS yearbook.
A Settler's Winter
by Olive E. Hepburn
In the early days on the Bruce, winter
arrived with a ferocity conjured up by
Jack Frost. He was aided and abetted by
wind which reached its snowy fingers
into every nook and cranny of the
settler' s home, even inching its way in
little drifts across the floor.
Papers and rags were stuffed around
the doors and windows and heavy
quilts hung over them at night to keep
the heat in and the cold out. But even
so, with the fire dampened down at
night, water would be frozen in the pails
and every nail head was white with
frost.
Father was up first in the morning,
shaking out the ashes in the pot-bellied
stove in the front room then going on to
the kitchen stove. It was good to snug-
gle under the bed covers, smell the
odour of the cedar and hear the snap-
ping and crackling as the kindling
caught and fired. Before the men left for
the barn Mother would appear, for the
fire was never left unattended. Mother
called the girls while she made
porridge.
Going to school on a frosty morning
in midwinter, children of both sexes
wore long woolen underwear, two
pairs of home -knit long black woolen
ribbed stockings, held up by round
garters. Little girls wore dark bloomers
under their serge or homespun
dresses. Boys wore bib overalls over
their pants to keep out the wind. Girls
sometimes wore high -laced or but-
toned boots covered with long, but-
toned spats and rubbers.
I remember as a little girl, my sister
and I being dressed warmly and put
into the red plush seat in the front of the
horse-drawn cutter, facing our parents,
with the ever-present hot brick or stick
of wood to keep our feet warm. (These
were also used as bed warmers.) My
Dad wore a big black bearskin coat and
the buffalo robe was tucked securely
around us.
Those long winter evenings were so
cosy. We watched the fire light flicker in
the grate of the old cook stove as
Mother washed the dishes and set the
bread. We kept watch too for Dad com-
ing in from the stable with a lantern and
a pail of milk.
A day' s storm in the city leaves chaos:
not so in those days in the country. Dad
fed the animals, caught up on the har-
ness mending, shoveled snow and
tended to the wood for the stoves.
Mother knitted, quilted or sewed rags
for a rug, sang with us the old songs and
more or less enjoyed the quiet interlude
that came with the cold and storm.