By Ron Baker

150 years!

Human settlements start small. Then grow. Somehow their original DNA infuses them, even years later.

Let me take you on a walk through our community of Kindersley as seen at the beginning. Are there contemporary similarities still inhabiting our DNA?

My Grandfather homesteaded here before the town of Kindersley was incorporated. His stories are recorded in a small booklet called “My Pilgrimage and Pioneering”. His memories still live through the stories passed on through the generations.

Progress: A few lines of poetry titled “The New Town, Kindersley, September 1909”.

While not long ago there was nothing to be seen
But hills and hollows and big ravines
Now there are houses and tents galore
The train too comes this way, and people to adore
All things are rushing, people coming to stay
Trade is immense and buildings going up in a day There is a hotel, pool room and a place to pass time There are places to buy and sell and for playing cards Houses of all sorts and five lumber yards

There are restaurants where you can eat and sleep There are now two doctors come to town
The butcher too, he calls around and will your order fill The lots are not yet for sale,

I am thinking when they are some people will turn pale, For when you build on them and are living nice
The Company will come along and put on a terrible price.

Mental Health: Living in times of progress and hardship brings great stress. How well you survive can be tested to the limit. My grandfather describes Spring with his first wife in this way – “I was looking forward to the day when batching would be over . . . I could hardly wait until I made my trip East in the fall of 1913. And on January 1, 1914 we were married and for a few short months travelled life’s journey together. Then one day in June I left the horses to rest in the field and walked to the house. I found my beloved had taken her flight to another world. Loneliness may have caused the spirit to depart and there I was, left alone.”

Family, Faith and Friends: My grandfather remarried and had nine children. Their home became a place where those who felt misplaced and lonely were welcomed to family. With a large family, friends were constant, the invitation was always open. Upholding this settler’s life was a faith in a God who cared enough to present himself in the person of Jesus, to leave his presence in the person of the Holy Spirit and to be constantly open to hear what the creature would want to discuss with the creator. All was good when God was in control, when people were cared for and when family was a protective fence against hardship and loneliness.

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