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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Just in case you are interested
Here is an article in a local paper about my dad having to move the cows.
Good article Jackie - it's nice to see that there is still a sense of community out there. I hope your parents lives settle down to some sense of normalcy soon.
I remember very well the flood of 1973. I was about 7 at the time. I remember that we were all quite surprised by how quickly the water rose. This was because they had to open up the dam at Mactaquac. With hindsite, I guess this must have been traumatic for the adults. As a child, I thought that it was pretty cool that our house was surrounded by a lake. We have a photo of Jackie and I on the front step, surrounded by water with a swan (me) and a fish (Jackie) tied to strings and floating. I also remember the photo of Mamoo coming back from somewhere (the barn maybe) with garbage bags around her legs as make shift waders. We watched as the water crept up the stairs of the basement until they were just below the main floor. Jackie and I decided at this point that we would empty out all the cupboards downstairs and carry provision to upstairs. In retrospect, I think that Mamoo let us do this as it kept us busy. I also remember that we couldn't drink tap water and so had to have water in bags which you stabbed with a straw (again, pretty cool as a kid). Then we were evacuated to uncle Bobby and aunt Nancy's house in the much dryer part of Fredericton. Dad, I think, stayed back at the farm. I also remember the cows being evacuated before us. I think that the army was somehow involved with this, but that is a foggy memory. Even as a kid and enjoying the whole flood thing, I remember that getting the cows out was a stressful thing for the big people.
I am glad to hear that things were much better organised this time around. It also gives me the 'warm fuzzies' the think that the local dairy farmers still pull together when needed. I remember dad telling me about how they sent hay off to farmers in the west of Canada following a bad harvest and how every one helped out someone whose barn burn down. I feel sorry for people who didn't grow up on a farm.
Nice memories for little girls that are getting old like me. I remember that I was the link between EMO ( emergency organization) and Dad. I had gone to the barn to give him a message from EMO and I didn't had rubber boots and the next best thing were plastic garbage bags that I put on my feet and held in my hands as I walk to the barn and back.
Vaughan repeated that he was proud to be a farmer in the interview to CBC. He was proud to be part of the farming community.
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Good article Jackie - it's nice to see that there is still a sense of community out there. I hope your parents lives settle down to some sense of normalcy soon.
I remember very well the flood of 1973. I was about 7 at the time. I remember that we were all quite surprised by how quickly the water rose. This was because they had to open up the dam at Mactaquac. With hindsite, I guess this must have been traumatic for the adults. As a child, I thought that it was pretty cool that our house was surrounded by a lake. We have a photo of Jackie and I on the front step, surrounded by water with a swan (me) and a fish (Jackie) tied to strings and floating. I also remember the photo of Mamoo coming back from somewhere (the barn maybe) with garbage bags around her legs as make shift waders. We watched as the water crept up the stairs of the basement until they were just below the main floor. Jackie and I decided at this point that we would empty out all the cupboards downstairs and carry provision to upstairs. In retrospect, I think that Mamoo let us do this as it kept us busy. I also remember that we couldn't drink tap water and so had to have water in bags which you stabbed with a straw (again, pretty cool as a kid). Then we were evacuated to uncle Bobby and aunt Nancy's house in the much dryer part of Fredericton. Dad, I think, stayed back at the farm. I also remember the cows being evacuated before us. I think that the army was somehow involved with this, but that is a foggy memory. Even as a kid and enjoying the whole flood thing, I remember that getting the cows out was a stressful thing for the big people.
I am glad to hear that things were much better organised this time around. It also gives me the 'warm fuzzies' the think that the local dairy farmers still pull together when needed. I remember dad telling me about how they sent hay off to farmers in the west of Canada following a bad harvest and how every one helped out someone whose barn burn down. I feel sorry for people who didn't grow up on a farm.
Nice memories for little girls that are getting old like me. I remember that I was the link between EMO
( emergency organization) and Dad. I had gone to the barn to give him a message from EMO and I didn't had rubber boots and the next best thing were plastic garbage bags that I put on my feet and held in my hands as I walk to the barn and back.
Vaughan repeated that he was proud to be a farmer in the interview to CBC. He was proud to be part of the farming community.
Mamoo
I've been speachless by the flood pictures. Nice that your Dad is in such a community where everyone is so willing to lend a hand.
A very well-written and informative article. Thanks for sharing. I'm glad things will soon be back to normal for you all.
It's nice that people will still band together to help each other out.
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