Prairie town ‘Peppy Pals’

From our January 2014 issue

By Myrtle (Wenaas) TiedemannViking, Alta.

I was born on a farm near the small town of Robsart, Sask., about 30 miles east of the Alberta border, 30 miles north of the United States Border to the south, and about 25 miles south of the Cypress Hills Park.

In 1943 our house burned to the ground so we moved into town. I took my schooling in a two-room school, Grades 1 to 7 were in one room and Grades 8 to 12 in the other, with one teacher in each room and 23 to 30 students in each.

When I was a teenager, several of us girls decided to start a club. We met in an old church after school and called ourselves ‘The Peppy Pals’.

P is that we are Peppy
E is for our Energy
P is for Peaceful
P is for Pals
Y is for our new club Yells
P is for Partners
A is for Always
L is for our Loving ways
S is for us darn Smart Girls
Y is we are the Peppy Pals.

Our mothers made us uniforms: brown skirts and tan jackets with collars and cuffs trimmed in brown.
We thought we had the world by the tail. In the evenings we did crafts such as embroidering tea towels and dresser scarves, while some did crocheting.

Friday evenings we invited our parents and friends to show off our crafts. We also put on little programs. Some of the girls sang songs or read stories or poems. Some even put on little skits. All in all we had a lot of fun.