Prince Albert Voice
HOW FAST? You’re watching a farmer, about a quarter mile away, pound a post into the ground with a sledge hammer. You see the hammer hit the post and you know more than a second will pass before you hear the whack. You know this because you have learned that light travels faster than sound.
Somewhere in Prince Albert there is a house--or later replacement of it--where something happened in 1937 without which I would never have come into existence. (OK, no need to cheer..) It was the marriage of my mother and father, Alfred and Donelda (ne Sutherland) Chamberlain.
Here are some newspaper headlines that must have confused their readers briefly:
Many long years ago I sat in a social studies class at Teachers’ College, Saskatoon. The instructor was reading to us an article about the migration of Ruthenians--including Ukrainians and certain other Slavic people--to Canada in the early 20th century. The article spoke of earlier settlers helping the new immigrants to settle in--including the ladies’ teaching the Ruthenian ladies about cooking.
In preparation for cross-country skiing last winter I was pulling on my heavy socks when I saw a hole in one of them. “Darn these socks,” I said in frustration. Now if my mother had been around then she’d have said, “OK I will, give them to me.”