Wednesday, March 22, 2017
What a great neighbor. He farmed on land near to my dad's fields in Arnaud, Manitoba. He was the first farmer that hired me to harrow his field near our home when I was 12 years old.
We would watch him pass by our farm with his train of implements in tow, often a truck trailer and discer all hooked together on his way to his field.
He loved to golfing with the Janzen brothers of Arnaud. One day while practicing his drive on his own farm, he used the side of his house as a pack stop to return the golf ball he had just shot. The ball returned with great force and struck him in the face just under his eye. We all had a good laugh as he told this story. He was wise enough not to try that again. He lived alone through his farming years as a bachelor, with courage, optimism and a cheerful countenance.
