There was a gym, there was my motorcycles, me & dad going hunting and fishing and stuff like that. So things that young people did, to go to the local dances and stuff like that is something that you followed along but that was something that I never had interest in any of those things. I had the town of Pine Falls to deal with. And with nature, everything was out there.
At Christmas time in the same bush outside of Pine Falls we'd be out there like crazy, two weeks before Christmas cutting down Christmas trees and drag them home and drag the from door to door to door til we could sell one.
We were always into trouble at the mill, always some kind of trouble goin’ on there. And there was no such thing as 'fences' in my day.
We went to the local drug store and bought some saltpeter and we made GUNPOWDER. You crush it all down, and you put it underneath cans and then you put a match underneath there, and BLOW the can a hundred ft in the air. We always made gunpowder. We'd go to the mill and steal our sulphur and crush it with rocks and mix it with the saltpeter, put it under the can, make a trail, light it with a match, and it would explode BOOM. All my buddies had their fingers and eyes so we survived there somehow.
In those days, we did all those things as children and it was an easy life, there was never a problem, we never suffered, we were never hungry, cuz just down the road on the reserve, people were hungry down there. And until you grew into a mature person did you start to understand those things. Because we lived in a pretty closed world, pretty close to perfection.
I always worked. I always had jobs. I had my own business when I was 13, had a lawnmower and 3 snow shovels. And I pushed and I pushed and I shoveled. My mom woke me up at 6:00 every morning of a snowfall in Pine Falls. The grader went around at night time and pushed up giant drifts in front of everybody's driveway. And I would shovel them going down the street so they could get to work. And they'd all empty their pockets of change. I made lots of money. I used to cut peoples lawns for $5 a month. That was a good pay. When I turned 16 I worked part time in the paper mill, for $2.86 an hour. That was a big deal. That's what men were making that had families.
One of the things in my day, when I talked to a trade school is that I only needed grade 10 to go to trade school. You didn't need a high school education to go to trade school. Grade 10 was all you needed. They were looking for trades people. The theory of my time coming through and it's still part of today's world is that your kids have to go to University to become anything, It's still there, it's still a stigma, if that's the right word. In regards to "oh, they gotta go get this education". And yes, somebody's gotta be educated, but then somebody's gotta do the work too. So all you needed, to go to trade school was grade 10, so they thought they were going to keep me around going to that school again, and it didn't happen. I went to work in the paper mill right after that, that summer and I worked for awhile, knowing that all I needed was grade 10 to go to trade school.
Chapter 2
Growing Up
That was the town, that's all I knew. For ever, the world was no bigger than Pine Falls. It was 3 hours by road to get to Winnipeg. So we didn't go.
There was a gym, there was my motorcycles, me & dad going hunting and fishing and stuff like that. So things that young people did, to go to the local dances and stuff like that is something that you followed along but that was something that I never had interest in any of those things. I had the town of Pine Falls to deal with. And with nature, everything was out there.
At Christmas time in the same bush outside of Pine Falls we'd be out there like crazy, two weeks before Christmas cutting down Christmas trees and drag them home and drag the from door to door to door til we could sell one.
We were always into trouble at the mill, always some kind of trouble goin’ on there. And there was no such thing as 'fences' in my day.
We went to the local drug store and bought some saltpeter and we made GUNPOWDER. You crush it all down, and you put it underneath cans and then you put a match underneath there, and BLOW the can a hundred ft in the air. We always made gunpowder. We'd go to the mill and steal our sulphur and crush it with rocks and mix it with the saltpeter, put it under the can, make a trail, light it with a match, and it would explode BOOM. All my buddies had their fingers and eyes so we survived there somehow.
In those days, we did all those things as children and it was an easy life, there was never a problem, we never suffered, we were never hungry, cuz just down the road on the reserve, people were hungry down there. And until you grew into a mature person did you start to understand those things. Because we lived in a pretty closed world, pretty close to perfection.
I always worked. I always had jobs. I had my own business when I was 13, had a lawnmower and 3 snow shovels. And I pushed and I pushed and I shoveled. My mom woke me up at 6:00 every morning of a snowfall in Pine Falls. The grader went around at night time and pushed up giant drifts in front of everybody's driveway. And I would shovel them going down the street so they could get to work. And they'd all empty their pockets of change. I made lots of money. I used to cut peoples lawns for $5 a month. That was a good pay. When I turned 16 I worked part time in the paper mill, for $2.86 an hour. That was a big deal. That's what men were making that had families.
One of the things in my day, when I talked to a trade school is that I only needed grade 10 to go to trade school. You didn't need a high school education to go to trade school. Grade 10 was all you needed. They were looking for trades people. The theory of my time coming through and it's still part of today's world is that your kids have to go to University to become anything, It's still there, it's still a stigma, if that's the right word. In regards to "oh, they gotta go get this education". And yes, somebody's gotta be educated, but then somebody's gotta do the work too. So all you needed, to go to trade school was grade 10, so they thought they were going to keep me around going to that school again, and it didn't happen. I went to work in the paper mill right after that, that summer and I worked for awhile, knowing that all I needed was grade 10 to go to trade school.
Chapter 2
Growing Up