Little Souse On The Prairie - Part Three
Fall Harvest Dinners Rock the Province!Sheena smells the conspiracy of big money. Or at least money that smells like cowshit and old rubber boots and neighbours with garlic sausage breath.
Apres dinner entertainment includes a quaff or two of the subtly-branded yet dominating stench of Old Style Pilsner in the village of Pelly, SK.
Click on the link for info about snakes, Doukhabors, and directions to the most kick ass hotel ever that Sheena's peed in, drank at and was given access to a remote controlled singing taxidermied mule deer named "Buck".
Local colour quick to regale stories of the impending boom: hog farms, oil exploration, construction.
I'm sold.
posted by Sheena @ 8:39 PM
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6 Comments:
i married a small town sask. boy. nothing better then experiencing life there.....kinda like being in a natiional film board movie or something. hang the clothes on the line for your mother-in-law and let the breeze waft over you and gently blow the clothes dry in five minutes...the smell of wheat and poplar in the air. look down and your shadow is BIG.
walk to local bar at night and play pool with the farmers under the big moose head. talk about the latest model john deere combine and the bumber crop of 20 years ago.
credit unions, cooperatives, the union, that's the old saskatchewan which is giving out to alliance/conservative assholes like m.p. gary breitkreuz and his baptist cronies. ignore them and buy doukabour and hudderite and mennotie fresh produce and goods, made the old way, lasting and sturdy.
have some of the old babba's perogies and if you're lucky find some painted eggs , waxed batik style and as gorgeous as the big prairie sky.
go to the farm and chow down so much you think youre going to die....and grandma's pie is irresistable. there's talk of saskatchewan's 50 year plan , agri-business, and always the farmer complains.
go in july and be mesmerized by the fields of blue-purple flax flowering and golden wheat blowing like waves on the ocean.
haven't been in a few years. miss it. thanks for reminding me :)
Thanks for that nice comment, scout. I had a blast chatting with the co-owner of the Pelly Hotel. Sold their house in the city and with the proceeds bought a bigger place in the country PLUS the whole business. Different life out there. Very different. Rural Canada so poorly understood or even ever experienced by so many.
oh my. now i wanna go middle west, too. my aunt lived and died in moosamin, sask. her husband killed by a tractor that tipped over while he was helping a local farmer bring in the harvest during a storm. he was an animal vet. my mom's husband died six months later. we were from the sault. both had four kids but my aunt had 3 boys and a girl to my mom's 3 girls and a boy. so her life was considered harder.
thanks for the comment on my blog, i figured id return the favour by commenting on the post which mentions pilsner too. theres nothing thats says saskatchewan more than pil, well maybe boh. i drove the STC norquay bus run last summer and passed through pelly at least 4 times a week, now im driving in the south of the province and haven't been up that way in a while. need to check out the hotel there sometime, ive also heard good things about the norquay hotel.
Nice to have you stop in at Sheenavision, Ross.
I too have been told nice things about Norquay, including the renovated train station which is not a nice restaurant. Was going to check it out, but ran out of time.
Not a nice, or now?
Bumber or bumper?
:-D
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