After Wilmer and Nettie were
married, they stayed at our place for a little while.
They took the mumps, then Bob got the mumps and then all
the kids, except Ken. Keith only had them on one side
though. Lois worked in town, so I phoned to tell her not
to come home. She got them anyway and phoned me to come
and get her. I didn’t get the mumps, as I had them when
I was young. They all had to stay in bed. I would put
Ken in bed with his father, when I went out to do the
chores. It was in February, so I had to shovel a path
out to the barn and out to the road. It bothered Bob
more that I had to go out and do all the work, than
having the mumps.
One Mother’s Day sometime
after we had hydro, I had gone to church and the family
(Wilmer, Nettie, Lois, Henry - a whole gang of them) was
at the house when I returned. I was worried about
feeding them all and walked right past a new electric
stove they had bought me for Mother’s day.
Lois and Henry came to the
farm almost every weekend. One weekend, Bob, Sharon and
Kevin disappeared. I found them on the back step hiding,
because they had sneaked carrots from the garden and
were sitting there eating them.
Sharon, Kevin, and Bob Rosien
On those weekends, Henry
and Don and Keith would go groundhog hunting. They would
drive the roads, shooting groundhogs in the farmer’s
fields. One time they were between Douglas and Kelly’s
Corners, parked on the shoulder and aiming across the
hood of the car, (very illegal) when an OPP pulled up.
All he said was, "Boys, I think you should go home."
For a while, Lois and
Henry and Wilmer and Nettie were living in Pembroke. One
time, I went in to Nettie’s for lunch. Nettie phoned
Lois and said that I was there for lunch and to come
over and have some tomato soup with us. After lunch,
Lois said the soup was very good but not as good as
mine. Well, Nettie and I laughed, as I had made the soup
and brought it with me to Nettie’s.
In 1969, Bob and Carolyn
were just married and came for a visit. The family was
all there and I asked a few people in and we had a small
party for them. Afterwards, I would visit them in Perth
Road and Bob would get out all his socks for me to darn.
He would put them away for me because Carolyn wouldn’t
When I lived on Bonnechere
Street in Renfrew, Don and Ivy came for a weekend. They
left Bev with me and went out Saturday night. In the
morning, a tablecloth was laying on the table, and I
asked Don, "Where did that come from?" He said, "Ivy was
up dancing on the table and they had to take the cloth
off, so we brought it back with us." Yeah, sure!
Don told me that when his
kids all left home, he was going to change the locks on
the doors. I said something to the effect that he
shouldn’t do something like that, and he said, "Why not?
When we left home, you sold the house and moved."
When Don and Ivy came to
visit in Eganville, Ivy and I would get into a game of
crib right away like we normally did. While Don slept on
the couch, Ivy kept winning. So I decided we needed to
change chairs. She refused, and we decided to arm
wrestle for it. We were laughing so hard at one point
that Don woke up and yelled, "What the hell is going
One time when Keith and
Ruth were visiting, Keith was doing some sweeping, and
he pretended to sweep the dirt down the floor register.
Ruth said, "What are you trying to do, sweep it under
the rug like your mother does?" Needless to say, I went
after her with the broom. Another time I was sweeping
the patio in front of the trailer, and Ruth must have
said something, because I remember going after her with
the broom again.
Keith was always going on
about my coffee cake, saying it was better than Ruth’s,
that she didn’t get the little yellow flecks in it like
I did. I always said that mine tasted exactly the same
as Ruth’s, because I had given her my recipe. One time
when I came to visit, Keith asked me to make some coffee
cake. When it came out of the oven, it was about one
inch thick and sooo heavy. I don’t know if anyone ate it
but I sure didn’t. Keith never said anything about
Ruth’s coffee cake again. Ruth tried to say that I did
it on purpose.
At one of the Lake Dore Jamborees at Wilmer’s, Max
Keeping from CJOH News, was there wearing a Mount Saint
Patrick shirt on. We warned him that it was the wrong
kind of shirt. He did not do anything about it, so I
walked up behind Max and pulled the shirt off him.
Wilmer handed me a shirt that had ‘Lake Dore Jamboree’
on it, and on it went.