By FLORENCE (Dyck) ELIAS – Asquith, Sask.
When I was about four or five years old, and we were living at Clark’s Crossing, father had taken the wagon loaded with two or three barrels to the river to haul water home. My brother, Leonard, 11 months older than me, and I got to go along this time.
We were running along the edge of the water where the waves were making the edge very slippery. Suddenly, there was nothing under my feet and everything went black. The next thing I remember, I was standing some distance from the wagon and my brother was standing some distance from the wagon, but not close to me.
Our father must have still been filling barrels because I had to stand there a long time before we could go home. Usually I got to sit on the reach behind the wagon box. That day, however, I was not allowed that privilege. I felt I was being punished.
It took many years before I finally figured out that it was better for me to walk instead of sitting and shivering that one mile home. Later I found that my brother had grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of the river. Thank God for Guardian Angels!
Whenever I look upon the mighty South Saskatchewan River, I thank God for my brother.