"“It’s an immense night out there, wheeling and windy. The lights on the street and in the houses against the black wetness, little unilluminating glints that might be painted on it. The town seems huddled together, cowering on a high tiny perch, afraid to move lest it topple into the wind.”
The town is Horizon, the setting of Sinclair Ross’ brilliant classic study of life in the Depression era. Hailed by critics as one of Canada’s great novels, As For Me and My House takes the form of a journal. The unnamed diarist, one of the most complex and arresting characters in contemporary fiction, explores the bittersweet nature of human relationships, of the unspoken bonds that tie people together, and the undercurrents of feeling that often tear them apart. Her chronicle creates an intense atmosphere, rich with observed detail and natural imagery.
As For Me and My House is a landmark work. It is essential reading for anyone who seeks to understand the scope and power of the Canadian novel. "
As for Me and My House
I'm now just wandering through your ghost town pictures, and they really transport the solitude of an abandoned place!
I could have filled up my limit at Panoramio with all that is out there but it would give the impression that this whole province is a bunch of abandoned shacks. :S We have more than our fair share but it's only because
1.The Dirty Thirties,
2.The move from small to large farms (the invention of the tractor/combine meant one could farm a couple of sections v.s. a few acres)
4.the demolishing of the wooden grain elevators which were replaced by massive cement terminals that are usually built out in the middle of nowhere.
A wooden grain elevator brought farmers to the town/village/hamlet, they bought at the local store(s), and it gave employment to the townspeople). Shortly after an elevator is demolished businesses close, families with children move and then the school is closed down (those that farm nearby now have to bus their children to a larger town).
Wow! This is fantastic!
I'm really happy you enjoyed this one MaryAlice and thank you so much e.m.r. for resurrecting it (it's one of my faves)!
I existed to the old age of 18 when I left to see the world via the Royal Canadian Air Force. I was gone but my heart remains, in the sleepy hamlet of Prarie River SK
I used to run this elevator with my father in the 60's and would like to print off a copy.
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Photo taken in Bengough No. 40, SK, Canada
Misplaced? Suggest new location