Exceptional mother a ‘jack-of-all-trades’

From our March 2013 issue

By Dorothy (Corey) Nichol-Hack – Oliver, B.C.

Our family of four was very lucky to be living in southern Alberta on an irrigation farm during the Dirty ‘30s.

My mother was exceptional. She could do so many things, a jack-of-all-trades so to speak: sew, wallpaper, paint, etc., and she had a wonderful garden, chickens, etc. We were never hungry.

My dad owned or was paying for a half section of CPR land, but was renting a quarter section in the early ‘30s and it was closer to our town.

However, in 1934 he had the choice between the two places. We could stay where we were, a lovely big, roomy house, or go back to the half section and build a house on it.

My mother chose the half section, so dad hired a carpenter and between him, our family and an uncle, a lovely California bungalow was built for $1,500 including some new furniture.

One of our friends fell through a living room window while dancing at the grand opening party. It wasn’t as big and wide as some are today and it was easily replaced.