Train conductor threw clothes

From our January 2013 issue

By Mary (Unrau) Klassen – Niverville, Man.

I was born in 1936 in Lowe Farm in southern Manitoba. My parents moved around a lot to wherever there was work for dad.

When I was about nine or 10, we lived in the same house as the farmer that dad was working for between Kane and Lowe farm. The house was close to the Highway 23, with the railway running on the opposite side of the highway.

I was the oldest of, then, six kids, and we would go and sit in the ditch and watch the trains go by. One day, one of the train conductors threw us a rock with a note attached asking if we would accept some used clothing, if so we should be there again on a certain day and time.

So we were there and he threw out some bags of clothing which we were very happy for, as there wasn’t much money in our family in those days. I guess he figured we looked like we could use some.