Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Knitting lesson and Museum time
Dominique brought her knitting needles to get another lesson from someone who knows how to knit. She's getting better all the time, but doesn't know how to get it started or finish it. I'm sure if her momma knit, she'd have something made by now!
We brought back a gift that was given to Emora and that she has grown out of. Mom has lots of kids come by still and it's nice to have something for them to play with.
Check out the ice on the wagon wheel and seat outside! Ah winter, what you do to us!
This is probably the kid's favorite part of the entire museum.
I've always loved this museum, and although we have been there lots and lots, it's a great outing for the kids, my sister has a membership so we get in on a discount AND the kids can run and move around a lot, see history, hear stories from us old folks who get to tell them about our first camera that used a thing called film- that they had to process in a darkroom- oh yeah, I'm a relic already! Ivan was asking if we could go to the museum- they have fond memories from it and since we were still dealing with recovering kids (from fevers and coughs and colds)- we chose this over swimming.
There are about 15 buildings set up how they were during Saskatoon's big start in the early 1900s. We went to the store.
train station... and lots of other places. They love the magical kitchen that transforms from an old farm kitchen to a "modern" electricity using kitchen. They have a table in it similar to the one I grew up with. They also like the Bennett Buggy- an old car minus the engine that farmers rigged up for their horses to pull during the dirty 30s. The kids can sit in it and "drive it" and it moves back and forth while they watch a video featuring the backside of the horses. It's so cool!
Speaking of cool, look at who dressed like twinsies without knowing it!
This was in the museum and is an exert written by a relative of mine. J.C. was my great uncle Cecil's brother if I've got my lineage figured out right. My dad grew up in Radville.
And a touch of "home". The Sanatorium still stands down the road, along the lake about 10 minutes from our house. It's in disrepair, but there is a group trying to get historical status on it. There is a lot of history in the area where we live now and it's keenly felt, especially among those who have been here generations.
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