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.