March 10th, 2002:
Continuing cold, and no sign of snow! It was pretty
quiet mid-week, but snowmobilers started arriving Thursday evening and
Friday. Forecasters said it would warm up a bit for the weekend then get
cool again first of the week, but it dropped down to -30° each night
for the past while. Once a snowmobiler gets his machine started for the
season, cold weather doesn't faze him.
Faithful reader Mike Hankewich came over to the coffee
table and introduced himself on Friday. He is originally from Fosston,
now lives in Kindersley but gets the Wadena News regularly. He is up
here snowmobiling. Good to meet you, Mike!
The conversation on Friday was about survival in the
urban malls, and how women are better equipped physically than men for
extended shopping. Merv Miller says his back and hips start to play out
very quickly, and he has to find a Canadian Tire store or a coffee shop
to recuperate. Jim Steadman doesn't even try to compete; he goes and has
coffee with the old men, who are likely also waiting for their wives.
June and Lana Woulfe say their men have almost a zero tolerance for mall
shopping, though they can handle Canadian Tire, Princess Auto or Home
Depot longer. Must be something to do with the air conditioning.
Doreen is the most accomplished shopper I have ever
run into; she can spend the whole day shopping, yet not spend a dime.
She can outshop any of our daughters or daughters-in-law; Jenny says
Doreen is the only person she knows who can go window-shopping in a
grocery store!
When we went to a mall, we used to agree to meet at a
certain place at a certain time, and that was fine except I always
forgot where we were supposed to meet. Merv didn't have that problem; he
always remembered where and when, and got there fifteen minutes early.
The women were always forty-five minutes late, but eventually they got
together.
Doreen and I bought a pair of cheap walkie-talkies,
and each carries one when we go to a mall, trade show, or a fair. If one
wants to find the other, a press of the call button does the trick. They
have a pretty good range, though in the city there is sometimes
interference, likely from someone using the same channel. We tried them
at home, too, thinking that if one is out on the boat, the other could
still get in touch. They worked fine from the north end of the Lake to
the cottage, even with the headland in the way, but we haven't tried
them from the far northeast corner. They are supposed to have a range in
open country of two miles and they handle that easily. One of our
smarter investments!
The ditches are full of moose tracks, and I saw some
more right in the core area a few days ago. Yesterday, there was a moose
standing by the highway with its forequarters in the bush, likely
catching some rays from that beautiful sun. That was just the other side
of the Big Hill. We stopped for a good look, and it just looked back at
us. We could see some gray patches that we assume to be where the fur
has been rubbed off, but it wasn't too bad.
George
Hayunga was born and raised in Ontario, entered the army right after
graduating from Normal School in 1916, was wounded in action in the
summer of 1918, and spent the rest of the war recuperating. After the
war, he came west and filed on a homestead in the High Tor district,
east of here. He taught at Manchester School, east of Perigord, for two
years, then at Batestown, northwest of Kelvington, for five or six
years.

During the summers, he worked on proving up his
homestead, and amused himself during the long evenings by writing
poetry. His widow, family, and friends knew nothing at all about it.
Bernard Hayunga, George's son, brought them over to me, and I have been
working on putting them into a booklet. Two or three of the poems we
believe he copied from another source, likely to use at school, but most
of it is obviously original, dealing with the settlers and problems of
the High Tor Soldier Settlement district. All are humorous, especially
if you know, or know of, the other settlers mentioned. Nothing is
sacred; he pokes fun at everyone and everything. I found it particularly
interesting as I got acquainted with those settlers while putting
together the booklet "Aborigines of the Peiwei Trail" from Bob
Baldwin's writings. I think we have edited the booklet to death and it's
time to send it to the printers, mistakes and all. I will have some for
sale, and will put some in Jenny's store in Kelvington. Watch for it!