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Memories of Uncle Blake

I have many childhood memories of Uncle Blake.  As one of the three Anderson brother's who farmed their properties along their section of the 8th concession of Bosanquet, he was the quiet uncle.  Tractors and farm equipment moved up and down the road between the farms all the time, as the brothers took turns helping one another plant or get the crops in.  As a child, I often had a little trouble, especially if they had their farm hats on, distinguishing who was who on a tractor because from a distance the three brothers looked very very much alike.  Although, he was a man of few words, one of my fondest memories as a child was when he would sing a silly little song that made me giggle. "Glenda's a corker, she's a New Yorker, I'd buy her anything to keep her in style." I was not sure what a corker meant but that didn't matter.  I just liked the fact he would sing the song and laugh along with me. 

Another more serious memory was from a time when I was a little bit older.  As farm kids we all learned to drive tractors pretty early.  But on one occasion, I seriously mistook the power of the tractor I was operating.  With a load of grain wagons behind the tractor, I lost control of the tractor and ended up in the ditch on the 17th sideroad.  I was so scared after my wild ride, I couldn't let go of the steering wheel.   I was also so worried that I was going to be in a lot of trouble for ditching the tractor.  The first person on the accident scene was Uncle Blake.  He helped me off the tractor and just wanted to know if I was "okay".  There was not one hint of anger about the tractor and wagons.  Then Aunt Nancy came along and took me home.  I have always been grateful for that act of kindness.  Be at Peace Uncle Blake, your presence on the home farm will be missed but your spirit will remain forever with your wife, children, grandchildren, siblings, nieces, nephews and friends.

Posted by Glenda Baldwin
Monday October 26, 2015 at 11:53 am
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