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Friday, February 7, 2020

Flashback Friday - A Whole Lot of Nothing

This post was written after an interview with one of the seniors who had lived through the Great Depression. It was all research for my first book From the Dust. But in some of those interviews, like this one - I got more than I bargained for. Because I thought of the depression, as just that - depressing. In many cases, not so much.

So here is how one interview went:

"No one had any money," the tall, handsome senior tells me. He was a teenager through much of the thirties. The thirties, not the depression, that's how many of the seniors I talk to refer to the depression, only as the thirties.

"What did you do for fun?" I ask.

"Nothing."

"No dances?" I prod.

"I played the fiddle my Dad bought."

"You didn't have any money," I remind him.

"We bought it before the thirties, when we still had some money."

"Did you play at dances?" I ask again.

"Wasn't that good," he says in his cryptic manner. "The neighour taught me. We had musicals at different homes. I played at them sometimes."


"And dances?" So give me credit - I'm persistent!

"Yeah. I played at a few. But usually we had a real orchestra come out."

"Orchestra?" Now I'm puzzled. What about the no money thing?

"Yeah, my cousin played banjo, his wife played fiddle and a friend played saxaphone. They came out every Saturday night."

Nothing is sure becoming an interesting term. There's a whole lot of nothing going on. But I press on.

"From the city?" I ask.

"No, from the farm." He looks puzzled at the question. "They came into town."

"So you danced every weekend?"

"When we didn't have money. Sometimes we had money you know."
He eyes me like everyone should know this fact and continues,"then we went to Disley and bought beer."
"Beer?"

"Yeah. But we got rid of the empties."
"So you returned the empties?" I ask assuming poverty stricken as they were they would want the cash on a bottle return.
"Oh no." He shakes his head. "That would mean we'd have to take the bottles home with us. We threw them away so our mothers wouldn't find out we'd been drinking beer!"

Life is Unexpected - Safe travels
Ryshia
“A farmer who loves the classics and plays the piano like a maestro. Interesting.” 
Tate Prescott Brown - "From the Dust"



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Friday, January 31, 2020

Flashback Friday - And So It Begins...

Welcome to Flashback Friday which is really an historic foray into my blog which has been around since 2007. A World You Never Imagined is a blog based on my travels into my imagination or actually on the road. It's really both a journal and a journey - a trip of sorts, of my writer life. And, it all began (the blog at least) with a trip across the border. A day-trip but an inaugural one all the same for it began this blog, marked my writing career and became a journey I never imagined.

Welcome to day one of - A World You Never Imagined....

Beginnings


Today we begin. The first of hopefully many travels. Today we went to Plentywood, Montana. A road trip, just a short little jaunt to pick up Fat Tire beer. Don't you love some of the new names of beer and wine? Fat Tire, Fat Bastard, Wild Pig, Moose Drool, the list is endless. But back to the trip. Under two hours puts us on foreign soil. Foreign soil that doesn't feel all that foreign. Southern Saskatchewan blends into northern Montana, the only obvious indicator the border crossing.

Today's border crossing only emphasized how small our world has become. The customs officers looked at the passports and saw the Cambodia stamp from two years ago and began to ask questions. Not questions regarding our eligibility to visit for an afternoon in the United States. But questions about what kind of travel destination Cambodia was and if it was a place they'd be interested in visiting.

There are travellers everywhere and you're sure to meet them in the most unlikely places. 

Safe travels

Ryshia

"The border means more than a customs house, a passport officer, a man with a gun. Over there everything is going to be different; life is never going to be quite the same again after your passport has been stamped."- Graham Greene




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