I cannot imagine how difficult it was for Al and Eurithe to live those first few desperate winters at the A-frame. Snowbound, chopping ice to get lake water, reading in the light of oil lamps, heat!!
And back in the '50's we had real winter. Elemental....And lots of snow.
Nevertheless it was with mixed emotions that Al greeted the arrival of the snowplow...the 'scarifer' as our dad called it (as a kid I always thought he was saying' scare-fire'.) My dad who remembered when each farmer was responsible for clearing the section of road in front of his property.
Comes lumbering around the stalled
Quaternary glaciers to deliver his ancient
modified to suit the times-
roaming the bedclothes of earth-..."
Al goes on (I think) to reveal the domestic scene, a wife who expects someone (?) to shovel her out .
She wondering "is he up to this?"
He wondering "am I up to this?"
" To rescue
married woman expecting
strength from snowshovel husband
he knowing and searching the shapes of self
to seize the disparate ghost that strength is..."
And this was important dialogue, for in those days, we had real winter.
|little brother and me at the farm|
Lines from 'Country Snowplow', The Cariboo Horses (1965)