There were years when I would have cheerfully walked out if it had been possible. But we had no money and were twenty-five miles from a railroad. Where was I to go? And I couldn't leave my children. But it did get me down, I'll tell you. I didn't get depressed; I was more angry than anything. But in time, I got resigned. You got used to it. An Aunt of mine came out to visit one fall from Calgary. I don't think she had ever been on a farm before. One evening we had a hailstorm, a bad one, too. We walked out after it was over; our crop was scattered so it hadn't all been hit. In the morning she asked, "Did you sleep last night?" "Yes," I answered, "Didn't you?" "No, I was thinking about you and your crop hailed out." Well, you got used to it. It was just one more thing.