Pinto Creek No 75 - Saskatchewan

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Today’s Blog Post

Pinto Creek No 75 - Saskatchewan
As the aircraft banked right, tipping its wing down, the photo was taken.

The photo was sent to a Site on the Internet where it was chosen as a Google Earth Photo to be seen by all of the world in 2010.

You can take a look at it at http://www.panoramio.com/photo/11481385
Or see it here…

I was doing a zoom over Saskatchewan and decided to “fly over” my Dad’s old stomping grounds from long ago at Kincaid, Sk. That led me to fly over to Hazenmore, a town west of Kincaid. As boy I had wonderful experiences on that farm so long ago.

There it was. Not quite like I remember it as a boy. With many changes made to modernize it by an old friend of mine, Glenn Mayo, who now owns it. (I actually know his mother better in that she was a close friend of my parents. But in Sask. that is known as a friend.)

Through a few more clicks I found Glenn on Facebook and am waiting a reply from a very busy “Winter Farmer” – who is likely waiting for his Spring seeding to start in a few months time.

Now why do I get excited about a farm so far away?

Well… just to the back of that silver coloured machine shed was an old aircraft body that was from the Second World War. It was mounted on an axel off an old buggy. We climbed into the aircraft by the back door… walked forward to the pilot’s controls and were seated ready for take off.
Everything was in the aircraft – just no wings.

When all the kids came aboard, then came forward to the pilot’s cockpit, the aircraft would dive. The weight of all the kids shifting to the front caused the teeter totter affect on the old buggy axel and we went into a dive.

I can feel the rush of imagination as I was the pilot of an aircraft diving over enemy territory to drop the bombs. Then with the help of my brother Glen and the younger kids – every one would rush to the back and the aircraft would climb wildly away from the flak that was bursting all around the aircraft.

The loud bang each time the front or back of the aircraft hit the ground was the greatest sound affects ever. The scratching on the tree branches on the metal sides of the aircraft added more adventure.

That farm was amazing – so far away and so long ago. More than 55 years ago actually… but the memories are still vibrant.

Out in the field just south of the farm were many, many piles of field stones that the farm machinery negotiated around. It was odd as a boy to see that the farmer had left the left so many piles of stones all over the fields.

Then my Dad shared with me that these mounds were grave sites of the long ago Aboriginal People that had once roamed the land.

At night we sat outside and listened to the wail of coyotes and they talked to each other over the rolling land.

I feel a lump in my throat this morning… so long ago and so many memories.

Since those boyhood days I have been to the places the wars were fought in. I have zoomed all over the world in aircrafts – never dropping bombs – but loving the adventure.

Now at 65 years old with the wonderful years of travel behind me… I can now get there by my Google Earth. What a rush.

For fun I went over Hong Kong and found our old apartment building. Then I whished over to Thailand and visited a temple that is gleaming below… and walked on the streets in Bangkok and Chaing Mai. I went to China too… WOW it is the same.

I looked outside and it is snowing again. I think I will go over to Regina again and then maybe to the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg while I sip my coffee. On the way I will stop at Oak Lake and see my Uncle and Aunt’s farm…

I needed this holiday! Wahoo!

~ Murray Lincoln ~
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