The farm next to ours

The farm next door to our farm comes with many memories. Some good and some not so good. Our farms were separated by a long road that if you followed it would lead to a place where people would dump there trash .I often went up that road because at certain part of the year I would pick prunes. I don’t know why there was a prune tree there but at the end of the road there was also a sweet crab apple tree that I would visit in the fall .In the winter we used to take our toboggan and walk al the way to there north field where a hill was. We would spend hours sliding down then walking back up to do it again .We also skated on a creak at the bottom .At one point my cousins lived in that farm next door . They would come over and visit once in a while but they didn’t stay there long. Not long after a family we didn’t know moved in. Well we didn’t know them but I was left of a memory of that time that is with me until this day .What happen is my brother Rehal came home that day with a story of having found $20.00 in the re field and the father took it . That night after a day of drinking and a despite everyone trying to stop him decided he should go collect this $20.00. Not long after he left my uncle who had been called by my Mom went and got him. I remember him sitting in our kitchen bleeding from his nose and the thought that crossed my mind was that he wasn’t as invincible as a child might want to believe his Dad is. Another vivid memory is some time after the house had been abandoned. My sister Carole and I went exploring inside the house. This was during the FLQ crisis. The house was empty and we could hear your echo as we walked. I also heard a radio or voice coming from up stairs. I creped up the stairs slowly leaving Carole behind. I came to a room with a radio on and a chair set at a table. On that table was a riffle and this scared me so much we ran all the way home. I think we told our Mom but she just told us to stay away from there. Some time after the house was torn down and it became the new dumping ground for people’s garbage. Carole and I would rummage through the garbage looking for discarded goods. That’s where I first found pictures of nude women. I think it was a playboy. So many memories! Some bad but a lot of good days. It seems our best days were when we were away from home.