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The Prairies

When you grow up on the prairie you learn early in life about extremes. Extremes of distance, extremes of weather, and extremes of stark beauty.

On the prairie the sky goes on forever. When I was nine years old, one of my cousins who lived in British Columbia visited my grandparents in Saskatchewan. When he returned home and his mother asked him what he thought of Saskatchewan, he said, "Mom, you can see so far your eyes start to hurt." That pretty well sums up the prairie sky.

You could watch a steam train coming down the track for many miles before you could hear it running or see the whistle.

I grew up in Outlook and Milden Saskatchewan. Our family lived in Outlook on the Saskatchewan River which housed the most famous landmark, the Outlook Bridge. It was the only way across the river for 50 miles either way.

My grandparents lived in Milden, a small village twenty miles west of Outlook. One of my fondest memories of childhood was being in the backseat of my father's car and catching the first glimpse of the grain elevators in Milden when we visited my grandparents.

 

Copyright © 2003 D A Ross
Last Modified Apr 2003