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in agriculture. However, many of those<br />

who did want to farm found that good<br />

land was not availa ble . Many had difficult<br />

experie nces. Several spoke of crop<br />

failures which greeted their efforts. Others<br />

had never been farmers in the first<br />

place. One father had been an accountant,<br />

and had felt completely out of place<br />

in the .rural environment. The appeal of<br />

being able to keep chicke ns and gardens<br />

appealed to many early residents of this<br />

community. It was a way of providing<br />

some basic necessities at a time when<br />

money was difficult to obtain. It also<br />

somehow provided a connection with<br />

their traditional way of life .<br />

In the early days of the community,<br />

residents did find both economic opportunity<br />

a nd a close community which<br />

many still remember very clearly. One<br />

woman described how as children they<br />

would go and play in the cow pastures<br />

after weddings with the bride and groom.<br />

They did not need to send out invitations<br />

for the weddings. A few would be printed<br />

and these would be passed around the<br />

neighborhood. Many had happy memories<br />

of the picnics which would be held<br />

after church, when all would share food<br />

and play games out in the pastures. The<br />

church was a focal point for most during<br />

these early years, and a center of activity,<br />

whe n Ge neral Conferences members and<br />

Me nnonite Brethren worshipped together,<br />

before both established their own<br />

separate churches. As one woman put it:<br />

"Everything or anything that happened<br />

to you involved the church."<br />

One story told by an early resident<br />

seems to bring together many of these<br />

themes. He was already a resident of<br />

North Kildonan as the story begins. He<br />

had been unable to find a job, and so was<br />

chopping firewood and earning $1 a<br />

week. One winter day, he met a man in a<br />

de partment store in downtown Winnipeg<br />

who offered him a job on his farm somewhere<br />

near the city. For lack of available<br />

alte rnatives, he accepted. However, the<br />

young man was one of those without any<br />

farming experience at the time, which<br />

resulted in a series of misadventures. One<br />

of his first tasks was to pluck chickens. Not<br />

having done this before, he ended up<br />

pulling the chickens apart limb from limb.<br />

He was also asked to milk the cow, which<br />

he did the first two days, but by the third<br />

day, the cow stopped giving milk for him.<br />

Another task was to hook up the dog to<br />

the sleigh and take the farmer's young<br />

child for a ride. However, the dog would<br />

not get off the sleigh, and so he ended up<br />

pulling both child and dog. In the meantime,<br />

it was Christmas, but all he received<br />

in honour ofthe occasion was the leftover<br />

a/mennonite mirror/april1988<br />

chicken bones that the farmer's children<br />

had already eaten on. After five days of<br />

this the young man had enough, and said:<br />

"I quit. Please pay me ." The farmer<br />

refused, called him a communist, and<br />

threatened to phone the police. However,<br />

he was able to ask the farmer's young<br />

daughter for directions, and she directed<br />

him toward a main road which he recognized.<br />

After a long day's walk through<br />

bitterly cold weather he finally arrived<br />

back home in North Kildonan, where he<br />

received a good homemade meal of<br />

"kielke" and "plume mouse."<br />

Some of the early residents recalled<br />

vivid first impressions of this <strong>new</strong> settlement<br />

itself. One of the strongest memories<br />

for many was of the mud. One woman<br />

recalled how when it rained they would<br />

take their shoes and socks off and wade<br />

through the muck in the ditches. Another<br />

remembered an occasion when a baby<br />

was born, and the doctor who was called<br />

got stuck in the mud. The father had to get<br />

out his horses and pull him out. A third<br />

recalls when "everything was mud, mud,<br />

mud." First one foot and then the other<br />

would become stuck in the mud on the<br />

way to the streetcar stop, when they<br />

wanted to go downtown. When they<br />

finally got to the stop, their overshoes<br />

would be left on the bank to keep the mud<br />

out of the streetcar. The overshoes would<br />

A MENNONITE TRAGEDY<br />

still be there waiting for them whe n they<br />

got back.<br />

These recollections and anecdotes<br />

combine with the results of the more systematic<br />

network analysis to give a picture<br />

of a very different way of life. While further<br />

analysis is required, the answe rs to<br />

the various questions generally show an<br />

extent of closeness within the community<br />

which appears to have since been lost to a<br />

large extent, though perhaps not entirely.<br />

In any case, this unique experiment in<br />

urban' communal living is a fascinating<br />

aspect of our heritage as Mennonites in<br />

the city. mm<br />

Three young girls with mothers<br />

and chicken coop in the background.<br />

A Pre-Modern Prose Poem, Without Rhyme or Reason<br />

He tried to be a good Mennonite,<br />

A person of discipline and good sense,<br />

Living simply and shrewdly within one's means.<br />

The delicate balance between simplicity and enjoyment<br />

was accomplished by a strategy of half measures.<br />

A cup of coffee, followed by just another half.<br />

A piece of pie, with another half.<br />

A giant serving of werenechi,<br />

with only another half.<br />

Living shrewdly was a matter of the eyes<br />

attuned to specials,<br />

a soul learning patience,<br />

till prices were marked down in Steinbach fashion.<br />

Never going anywhere without the necessary coupons.<br />

When he died his family, honoring his memory,<br />

built half a tombstone,<br />

with tributes written simply and sparingly<br />

in half-sentences.<br />

But, after checking out the prices,<br />

they decided against a funeral.<br />

Because, try as they might,<br />

they found no coupons.<br />

- Roy Vogt, inspired by occasional snide<br />

comments from a bemused wife.

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