The Oddest Things You See at the Mall

Star Trek Days at the Southland Mall in London; we heard the trill of the Star Trek theme soon after we stepped in the door–and every few minutes thereafter.  As we made our way down the mall we saw posters announcing the event and actors wearing uniforms like the crew of the Starship Enterprise.

We got an even bigger surprise when we met up with “Klingons”, with their faces painted dark and long black ropes of hair.  They definitely looked menacing.  On the upper level of the mall a spaceship-stage had been set up where parents could have their children photographed being rescued from the Klingons by the Star Trek crew.

After while I got tired of wandering the mall and decided to sit on a bench by one of the entrances to people-watch for awhile while my husband shopped a bit more.  This mall was set up with the upper level encircled by a glass railing so that you could easily watch people moving around on the two levels.  The place I chose to sit gave me an excellent observation of the comings and goings on both.

At one point I looked up and saw one of these hideous-looking Klingon men come striding along to the elevator and get in, coming down.  On ground level I watched a 50ish-aged woman enter the mall and walk over to the elevator.  All innocence, she pushed the button and waited.

The elevator door opened–and she was face to face with this creature!  She gasped and recoiled in shock.  Before she could get her breath back, the fellow jerked back as if in fright and piped up in a falsetto, “Oh, you scared me!”  Then he wisely exited, stage right, before the lady had collected her wits.

Being an actor I suppose he was prepared for encounters like this, with well-rehearsed lines for every scenario.  But she wasn’t. The dark look she threw at him as he left the scene revealed what she might have said, if she’d had the breath to do so.


Homesteading in the Canadian West: Log Houses and Soddies

My last post described the mansion C.R. Daniels built for his American bride.  Now for a reality check.  Let’s follow the journey of a would-be-landowner who arrived on one of the immigrant trains and describe the houses MOST prairie folks built when they came to the Canadian West.

Arriving Without a Clue:

Some folks came to friends or family out West and from there they looked around and chose the quarter section (160 acres) they wanted to homestead.  Usually they stepped off the train expecting to find a small town and were surprised to see only half a dozen buildings surrounded by empty prairie.  “Now let’s find you a place,” they were told, “then you get back on the train and head for the provincial capital (Winnipeg, Regina or Edmonton) to register your title.”

Many immigrants stopped first at the Immigration Hall in Winnipeg to get their bearings and a few supplies, then went to the Government Land Office.  There was a huge map of the West and the hopeful homesteader put his finger on a spot.  The agent wrote down the land description by Meridian, Range, Township, Section; the homesteader paid $10 for his quarter.  Next he searched other maps to find out how to get there, aiming to head for the town nearest his land.

Before the West was opened for homesteading, surveyors had gone through and pounded iron stakes into the ground indicating the sections and wooden stakes marking off the quarter sections.  They marked off all three prairie provinces into a gridwork of sections and townships: each township had 36 sections, each section four quarters.  (That’s why all our country roads run true to north & south, east & west–unless they have to go around some natural impediment.)

So the fellow–or family–would get off the train in the general area.  Then the fun began.  Somewhere out in that ocean of grass–two, twenty, maybe forty miles away–was a stake with his number on it.  Without a signpost or trail to guide him, the homesteader had to locate those wooden stakes–or at least the iron one.  IF someone hadn’t carried it off to use for some good purpose of his own, or if a prairie fire hadn’t swept through and burned all the wooden ones.

Finally the homesteader located his land and had a look around.  Was it good loam, heavy clay (very hard to plough), sand (gone with the wind), stony (you’d ache all over from picking rocks every spring), mostly mosquito-infested swamp, wall-to-wall poplar trees, scrub pine, a hill, a valley, an untillable ravine?  If he didn’t like what he saw, he had to pick another spot, then go back to the city and file another claim.

Build a House With Logs and Sods:

Once the quarter was chosen, the work of breaking it and building a house was started.  Many homesteaders set up a tent to get themselves through the first few weeks or months.  For those who got treed land, the axe started swinging immediately.  Every acre had to be cleared before a crop could be planted–but then they had the trees to build & heat their log house.  Scrub brush had to be cleared but gave only a bit of fuel for fires.

Sometime during the summer a prairie homesteader would choose a site for their first real home, marking off a rectangle about 16′ x 20 or 24′.  In Manitoba where the rains were heavy and frequent, homesteaders were advised to build on a little rise because houses needed a dry cellar for winter vegetable storage.  In Saskatchewan or Alberta it was wise to build near a slough, a source of hay for livestock and water for both people and animals.

A farmer then hitched his oxen and plowed furrows, setting the sod aside to use in building the house.  A generous amount of land was ploughed near the site, not only for sods but to act as a fireguard, for prairie fires were a constant menace.  The farmer then headed off to the nearest bush and cut enough trees to make a rough framework for his house.  He’d stick the poles in the ground and use it as a guide, piling the sods against the poles.

Each sod was cut about a foot wide, two feet long, and 2″ to 4″ thick (depending who’s telling the story.)  One old-timer estimated it would take about 4000 sods to build a house 16′ x 24′.  He says when he was twelve, he, his mother and sister had built their soddy while his dad was plowing the land and seeding the crops.

Homesteaders who built log houses stripped the bark off the felled trees and stacked them up, using mud for chinking between the logs.  In both cases space was left for a door, but sometimes these ended up so low that the man of the house had to stoop to enter.  Folks who could afford it bought a pane or two of window glass.  One Alberta homesteader told us he’d built his log cabin for $5: he’d bought one pane of glass and some nails; the rest came out of his bush.  Those who could afford more bought pine boards and hauled them to the site to build their shacks.

A family from England learned the hard way that a door must be hung so it swings inward.  During their first winter in their prairie home a blizzard piled snow against their door until it was almost covered.  It opened only a crack; through this they had to scoop snow by handfuls from inside until they finally got the door open enough that their father could get out to feed their livestock.

Usually the inside walls were covered somehow.  Log house walls were often smoothed with mud, then whitewashed–whitewash (calcimine) being a cheap paint make of slaked lime and chalk.  Some folks hung thick flannel cloths on the inside walls of their soddies; some would have mudded, then tar papered and whitewashed the inside walls to keep the dirt from falling into the house in dry weather.

And to Top It All Off

For both types of house, poles were laid across the top to serve framework for the roofing material, layers of hay, sod, more hay, then dirt and more sod to keep the dirt from blowing away.  A small cellar was dug so the family could store root vegetables where they wouldn’t freeze.

They say sod houses were quite comfortable: warm in winter and cool in summer.  But when it rained, the comfort level dropped severely.  If an area got two or three days of rain, the roofing material absorbed water until the whole works was saturated, then it “rained” in every room of the house.  For day or two after a heavy rain the muddy water dripped down on the occupants and furnishings; the only dry place in the house being under the table.

That was the only “running water” in most pioneer homes.  Plumbing was outdoors year-round: a bucket down the well and a little wooden biffy out back.