Pinned underneath wagon

From our February 2013 issue

By Nadine Beitel – Campbell River, B.C.

In the fall of 1933, I was seven years old. My eight-year-old brother, Ward, and I were attending Irondale School which was south of our farm near Kamsack, Sask.

There was a wooded area we had to go through to get to the school. After Ward and I had left for school, mom and father set out for Kamsack. Father had the wagon loaded with grains to be exchanged for flour, rolled oats, and cream of wheat sufficient for the winter months.

They had taken my siblings Bert and Doreen with them. On their way home they stopped to visit with the Jeffreys who had two children, Jack and Dorothy.

Father tied the horse’s reins to the wagon post and set the brakes on the wagon. He was very careful to secure the horse and wagon as he was well aware how quickly an accident would happen.

The kids were playing, climbing in and out of the wagon when something went wrong. The horse jumped ahead and somehow the brake let go. Dorothy got caught under the wheel of the loaded wagon. By the time they got help to get the wagon safely removed off her and a doctor to assure them that she was okay, it was getting dusk.

Ward and I arrived home from school to find no one at home and the fire out so Ward set to getting a fire going in the cook stove and I decided that I would make some biscuits for father.

I had watched Granny many times so had no doubt I could do this all on my own. I have no idea how many ingredients I had in the biscuits but I was able to roll the dough out and cut it into shapes for baking.

I put them on a baking sheet and into the oven. I did have biscuits but they didn’t turn out fluffy and light like Granny’s.

However, father was pleased with my efforts and so he buttered and jammed them and tried to eat some which pleased me very much. And, as far as I know Dorothy didn’t suffer much from the accident.