{"id":19508,"date":"2021-12-25T21:54:51","date_gmt":"2021-12-26T02:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=19508"},"modified":"2021-12-25T21:58:43","modified_gmt":"2021-12-26T02:58:43","slug":"episode-486-harvest-excursion-1927-at-riverhurst-saskatchewan-john-skeoch-threshing-picture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=19508","title":{"rendered":"EPISODE 486 HARVEST EXCURSION 1927 AT RIVERHURST, SASKATCHEWAN (john skeoch threshing picture)"},"content":{"rendered":"
EPISODE 486   THRESHING WITH JOHN SKEOCH IN 1927 AT RIVERHURST, SASKATCHEWAN<\/p>\n

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alan skeoch<\/div>\n
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DAD didn\u2019t leave much when he died in 1977.  His estate was simple.  There was $21 in his pocket of which he owed my brother Eric $20.<\/div>\n
In his sock drawer, however, there was a real treasure.  Rolled up like a biblical scroll was a long photograph taken<\/div>\n
at Riverhurst Saskatchewan in 1927.   Standing proudly on his steam driven tractor is Dad\u2019s oldest living brother John Skeoch.<\/div>\n
My Uncle John.  The westerner.<\/div>\n

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FOUND IN DAD\u2019S SOCK DRAWER: the JOHN SKEOCH HARVEST PANORAMA, RIVERHURST, SASKATCHEWAN, 1927<\/div>\n

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\u201cMarjorie, here is Dad\u2019s estate.  He did not need a will because all he left us was $21 of which he owed Eric $20.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cSurely there was something more?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThis scroll picture.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWho is  that on the steam tractor?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDad\u2019s brother John\u2026oldest  brother after Jim was killed in 1918, last days of World War I. Mortar shell I believe\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cUncle John?  We met him on our Saskatchewan trip in 1970.  Remember?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHard to forget the farm house with garter snakes in the tea cups and the prairie wind blew down our tent and<\/div>\n
took your pants and never gave them back.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cUncle John still had that threshing machine sitting in his implement graveyard near Keiller.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cLook at those men on the wagons and holding the horses.  I bet most of them were Harvest excursionist.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cHarvest Excursions? Sound like some kind of holiday\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cRather use the word adventure.  Between 1890 and 1930 thousands of men and a few women paid $15 to the CPR and<\/div>\n
wedged themselves into long lines of passenger cars heading fo the Prairies.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cFor the money they could earn helping to harvest grain.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy Have I never heard of this?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cAlthough several hundred thousand got on those trains, none seemed to take a camera\u2026and<\/div>\n
those that did likely had it stolen.  The harvest trains were no picnic.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cIn 1917, 40,000 Canadians headed west,  In 1923, 50,450 got aboard\u2026n 1928, 52,225 were packed 60- to a passenger car.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cTake a look at the date on the picture\u2026.says Riverhurst, 1927\u2026the peak years of the harvest excursions. \u201c<\/div>\n
\u201cHow do you know your dad was one of the excursionists?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHe only told us fragments\u2026wish he had said more.  But he was on the train perhaps in 1920 or 1921.  He had little choice in<\/div>\n
the matter.  His schooling was over when he was suspended from Fergus District High School on his Grade Nine year.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhy was he suspended?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cFor throwing a snowball\u2026\u201d (real story already told in earlier episode.  Suffice it to say the principal had good reason,)<\/div>\n
\u201cHe never went back to high school.\u201d:<\/div>\n
\u201cNever. he spent much of the year in hiding in the swamp for a day or so and then lived on<\/div>\n
a neighbours farm I was told.   perhaps afraid of his father. He spent the springtime waiting for the annual Harvest Excursion trains<\/div>\n
to Winnipeg and on to Saskatchewan.  I don\u2019t know where he got the $15 passage money\u2026perhaps<\/div>\n
his sisters Greta, Elizabeth and Lena.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHow old was he then?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBorn 1904 so he was 15 in 1919 and 16 in 1920\u2026maybe 16 or 17 when he joined the Harvesters.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHow do you know for sure?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat do you know for sure?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cTwo things.  He lived in Saskatchewan for one winter.  A terrible winter really for he lived in a<\/div>\n
barn with 16 horses.  Fed and watered them through a bitter western winter.  Slept with them.<\/div>\n
Perhaps some of the same horses in the scrolled picture of the threshing.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHe must have come to hate horses.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cQuite the reverse.  He loved horses.  Spent the rest of his life to his dying day at racetracks.  Spent more<\/div>\n
money on the horses than he did on his family which was OK with us.  Mom ran our family.  Dad became <\/div>\n
the third boy in a way.  We loved him.  He loved horses and he loved us although he would never use such<\/div>\n
sissy kind of word.\u201d<\/div>\n

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“What was the second fact about the Harvest Excursion?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHe came back east on a harvest train \u2026 late train.  Perhaps the late fall of 1921 or 1922. By then<\/div>\n
he was an adult\u202617 or 18\u2026and was glad to get away from the west.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHow do you know for sure?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBecause he told us one story over and over again\u2026used a lot of magnificent salty words each<\/div>\n
time he told us.  The story became a kind of bedtime story when we were small.  Not a lovey lovey<\/div>\n
story.<\/div>\n
\u201cAnd what was the story?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cSeems dad fell asleep on the last leg of the trip coming south from North Bay<\/div>\n
to Toronto.  When he woke up at Parkdale Station his boots were gone.<\/div>\n
let me use his language.\u201d<\/div>\n

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BEDTIME STORY<\/div>\n

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\u201cDad, tell us about your boots.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHarvest trains were rough.  Hope you kids never have to do that.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThe boots, dad, tell us about the boots.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI fell asleep and some son of a bitch stole my goddamn boots. All I had<\/div>\n
as profit from the bastardly Harvest Excursion.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBarefoot, dad?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNo, I had socks.  I had to hotfoot it from the CPR station in Parkdale all<\/div>\n
the way along Queen Street to Roncesvales where I got a flophouse room.<\/div>\n
No goddamn boots.  If  I ever found the bastard I would give him a \u2018what for\u2019<\/div>\n
like my brother Archie did so often in Saskatchewan.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cTell us again what Uncle Archie did?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThose were rough days.  My brothers put my brother Archie up as a fist fighter.  He was<\/div>\n
skinny and looked weak.  But he was as wirey as a barbed wire fence.  We would bet on<\/div>\n
him\u2026others bet against him.  Archie made a few bucks as did his supporters.  Often the<\/div>\n
fights were against French Canadians.  No prejudice meant.  They were the same as us.<\/div>\n
Young and full of piss and vinegar.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Post Script:  How do I know the story to be true?  I don\u2019t really but Dad put in facts<\/div>\n
like Parkdale Station\u2026Queen Street\u2026Roncesvales Ave…  Uncle Archie\u2026facts that<\/div>\n
make me believe him.  For all his tough demeanour Dad was just a kid .. a teen ager<\/div>\n
suddenly living in a very adult and rough world.  A person tends to remember things.<\/div>\n
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HARVEST EXCRUSIONS PUT IN NARRATIVE FORM<\/div>\n

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Thousands of young men and a few young men boarded these cheap CPR excursion trains in the 1920\u2019s.  All kinds of people some of them<\/div>\n
were \u2018roustabouts\u2019 ready to smash up the train cars and the train stations when the trains stopped at sidings to let the main freight trains pass by.<\/div>\n
Dad was not a \u2018roustabout\u2019 and must have seen things that shocked him.  Violence was common.  So bad that RCMP officers were placed aboard<\/div>\n
the trains.  They were armed but no record indicates that guns were necessary.  In the 1920\u2019s excursionists were frisked before boarding.  Guns were confiscated<\/div>\n
occasionally but liquor was confiscated more often.  All the same alcohol did get on board and drunken behaviour followed.  Windows were smashed<\/div>\n
and objects were thrown as harvest trains passed by railway stations.  Robbery was common as were fist fights. The trip took about five days from <\/div>\n
the gathering points at Toronto or Montreal.  Five days of sitting up discomfort.  Although some boys and men, girls and women, had the presence of<\/div>\n
mind to bring enough food for the trip, it appears that many did not.  They had to buy food along the way and the result was exploitation on a grand <\/div>\n
scale.  Bad food sold at high prices created bitterness and violence.  Some excursion trains used old immigrant passenger cars with wooden seats<\/div>\n
and a single toilet for as many as 60 people.  The smell must have been horrific which may have prompted the window being smashed on occasion.<\/div>\n

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Small towns along the route were generally afraid of excursionists.  Not so much that they refused to sell food to the men and women but oce sold<\/div>\n
at rip off prices<\/div>\n
the townspeople wanted nothing to do with the trains full of bitter young men and a few young women.  In one example, a store owner in a northern <\/div>\n
town fired rifle shots as a crowd of excursionists surged from the train siding to the town.  Dad must have seen all this.<\/div>\n

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Young women were on board but a distinct minority.  They must have been either tough or desperate.  Abuse did occur but the records are sketchy.<\/div>\n
Most 20th century historic events were extensively photographed.  Surprisingly there are few pictures of life on these excursion trains.  A camera was a luxury.<\/div>\n

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Harvest trains ran west for 40 years, from 1890 to 1930.  The movement was no small affair.  In 1917, when dad was looking forward to a high school education therefore 40,000 <\/div>\n
men on the Harvest Excursions.  Each train could handle put to 1,200, even 1,400 men jammed into as many as 20 railway cars.  And here were<\/div>\n
women as well.  Not as many as the men.   During the war years, 1914 to 1918 it was difficult to recruit enough adult excursionists so many young men still in their teens <\/div>\n
 climbed aboard looking for adventure and ready to make the journey west memorable. Raising hell eased the boredom of the 5 day trip.<\/div>\n

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1923 was one of the peak yeas. There were 50, 450 harvesters rolling westward.  Then in 1928 the peak was reached with 52,225 men and women.<\/div>\n

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Uncle John Skeoch\u2019s threshing picture was taken in 1927.  Many of the men in the picture must have been excursionists who were paid from<\/div>\n
$4 to $7 a day  including room and board.  This was good money.  One careful harvester went back east with $300 which was a lot of<\/div>\n
money in the 1920\u2019s.  Getting west was cheap\u2026$15 for the train ride.   A few men even came from England at 50 pounds return fare. A cheap <\/div>\n
chance for adventure and a chance to smash up a lot of railway property.  At Sioux lookout an innocent bystander was severely<\/div>\n
injured by an object thrown from an excursion train.  In earlier years some railway cars were wrecked\u2026must have been scrapped.<\/div>\n

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  Drunkenness,<\/div>\n
boredom, lack of sleep, filth, strangers, the fires of spring in youthful veins\u2026 all these bred violence. <\/div>\n
 Word that some of the women on these trains were in danger of being assaulted prompted<\/div>\n
the CPR to arrange RCMP presence on each train.   One RCMP officer and one recruit  patrolled<\/div>\n
from railway car to railway car in their scarlet uniforms. That tended to calm things down.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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*There are many gaps in my knowledge about this 1927 threshing picture.  Relatives who know will<\/div>\n
add and perhaps correct my comments which will enrich the narrative no doubt. Dad said <\/div>\n
little about the women except for one comment about a run down hotel in which he lived<\/div>\n
for a spell.  The women there were not harvesters\u2026they were fleecers. Get the inference?<\/div>\n
True or not?  Dad never said much about it.<\/div>\n
 Dad, in spite of his tough exterior, was sensitive.  Never ever heard him use<\/div>\n
the F word but he made up for that with a dictionary of other four letter words strung together<\/div>\n
as if he was a dark version of Wordsworth<\/div>\n

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Arnold \u201cRed\u201d Skeoch was born in 1904, one of the middle children in the James Skeoch farm family of Nichol Township, Wellington County.<\/div>\n
Pictures of him as a boy are uncertain.  My best early picture was taken in the late 1920\u2019s I believe.   A picture of Red as member of<\/div>\n
the bursting industrial working class.  A tire builder.  Cars and tractors were replacing horses.  Solid rubber tires were replaced by<\/div>\n
pneumatic rubber tires,  <\/div>\n

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How did Dad make the transition from farmer\u2019s son ( one of James Skeoch\u2019s five sons (and four daughters) to slapping belts of rubber<\/div>\n
on a rolling drum in factories driven by steam and electric engines?<\/div>\n

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Turning Point #1  THE SNOWBALL<\/div>\n

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His first step was to get thrown out of Grade Nine high school in Fergus.  Seemed like a good idea to throw snowballs through the<\/div>\n
open trap door of the girls’ washroom just the moment some young lady sat down.  Outdoor back houses for boys and girls in 1918 or 1919.<\/div>\n
\u201cGo home Arnold and get your father\u201d, said the principal.  Dad\u2019s schooling was over.  He hid in a swamp near the farm for a while.  His sisters<\/div>\n
looked after him.   There was tragedy in 1918 when his oldest brother James was killed in France just as World War I ended. then in 1919 his older<\/div>\n
 sister Sarah, died of the Spanish Flu.  So dad\u2019s predicament must have seemed rather an after thought. A snowball hitting the bum of a Grade Nine<\/div>\n
girl was hardly the same as being blown apart by a mortar or suffering the agony of the Flu Epidemic.<\/div>\n

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The Skeoch home farm, Nichol Township, SW  of Fergus \u2014barn demolished by Mennonites and stored, fieldstone house still there.<\/div>\n

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I am not too clear on what Dad did that winter and spring of 1920.  Maybe he went home for he could not live in a swamp.  I seem to remember<\/div>\n
his sister Marguerite (Greta Metcalfe later) saying he lived with another farm family. The snowball incident An embarrassment.  Not nearly as funny as Dad and<\/div>\n
his friend expected.  But it was a turning point in his life.<\/div>\n

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Turning Point #2  THE HARVEST EXCURSION<\/div>\n

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Grain cut and bound into sheaves by a horse drawn binder then had to be \u2019stooked\u2019 to dry<\/div>\n
before it could be threshed.  These men are stooking \u2026 likely excursionists from eastern Canada.<\/div>\n

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\"Poolroom,<\/div>\n
Pool room in Saskatchewan, 1921 \u2014 I think this picture gives insight into the boys on those harvest<\/div>\n
excursions\u2026..diverse\u2026., innocents and \u2018roustabouts\u2019<\/div>\n

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1923 was one of the peak yeas. There were 50, 450 harvesters rolling westward.  Then in 1928 the peak was reached with 52,225 men and women.<\/div>\n

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Wagon mire in mud while hauling grain in 1920 to a grain elevator in Norquay, Saskatchewan.<\/div>\n
Seems to have a share axle in the grain box.<\/div>\n

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Uncle John Skeoch\u2019s threshing picture ws taken in 1927.  Many of the men in the picture must have been excursionists who were paid from<\/div>\n
$4 to $7 a day  including room and board.  This was good money.  One careful harvester went back east with $300 which was a lot of<\/div>\n
money in the 1920\u2019s.  Getting west was cheap\u2026$15 for the train ride.   A few men even came from England at 50 pounds return fare. A cheap <\/div>\n
chance for adventure and a chance to smash up a lot of railway property.  At Sioux lookout an innocent bystander was severely<\/div>\n
injured by an object thrown from an excursion train.  In earlier years some railway cars were wrecked\u2026must have been scrapped.<\/div>\n

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Most of the excursionists had no food with them and had to rely on the restaurant food at the whistle stops.  Prices for food were<\/div>\n
atrocious.  Starving men formed into gangs that terrified many people living in the small towns along the route.  Terrified after<\/div>\n
they had profiteered from the young men.  Alcohol was forbidden on the trains but the did not mean alcohol was absent.  Drunkenness,<\/div>\n
boredom, lack of sleep, filth, strangers, the fires of spring in youthful veins\u2026 all these bred violence. <\/div>\n

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 Word that some of the women on these trains were in danger of being assaulted prompted<\/div>\n
the CPR to arrange RCMP presence on each train.   One RCMP officer and one recruit  patrolled<\/div>\n
from railway car to railway car in their scarlet uniforms. That tended to calm things down.<\/div>\n

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I wish I had asked Dad to tell some stories about those Harvest excursions.  I did not.  But he told me<\/div>\n
one story that must have been indicative of many similar stories.  Dad returned to Toronto on an excursion<\/div>\n
train after spending tow years in Saskatchewan.  Let me put words in his mouth.<\/div>\n

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\u201cDad, what was it like to ride on a harvest excursion?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBitch of a time. \u201c<\/div>\n
(Dad could make swear words seem like poetry)<\/div>\n
\u201cHow did you sleep?\u201d:<\/div>\n
\u201cHave you ever tried to sleep on a chair\u2026goddamn hard. And to <\/div>\n
fall asleep was risky so most of the time I was awake.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy risky to sleep?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThere were bastards all around just waiting for someone to dose off.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBastards?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI fell sleep…sound asleep\u2026as the train headed from North Bay to Toronto.<\/div>\n
\u201cSo?”<\/div>\n
“When I awoke some son of a bitch had stollen my goddamn boots. I had <\/div>\n
to run from the Parkdale Station in West Toronto to Roncesvales where<\/div>\n
I rented a room.  They were new boots.  About the only thing I brought back<\/div>\n
from the west.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDid you consider going back west the next year?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNot on your goddamn life.  There were jobs in Toronto, good jobs in the rubber<\/div>\n
industry.  I became a tire builder and never ever went west again even though my<\/div>\n
brother lived there.”<\/div>\n

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TURNING POINT #3   BEDDED DOWN FOR THE WINTER WITH 16 HORSES<\/div>\n

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Dad did not return to Ontario immediately after the western harvest was piled in graineries<\/div>\n
and grin elevators;  He was persuaded to stay for the winter of 1921 or 1922. (guesswork here<\/div>\n
but close to accurate).<\/div>\n

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Uncle John with four of the 16 horses that dad may have lived with over one winter in 1921 or 1922<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhy did you stay near Riverhurst for two years.  Why didn\u2019t you return with the other Harvesters?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI got a job for the winter.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cGood job?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI spent the winter of 1922 looking after 16 horses in a barn near Riverhurst.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cYou lived in the barn?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI did.  I had my own horse stall.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cAll alone?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cYes, all alone.  Once in a while someone would show up but I spent most of<\/div>\n
that bitch of a winter alone with the horses.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cCold?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cColder than a witch\u2019s tit.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNo farmhouse nearby?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNothing but the endless flatness and the scouring wind.  A hell of a time.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cMy friend Russ Vanstone described the west as \u2018flat as piss on a plate\u2019\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWell, he got that right..<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cDid you like the horses?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHad to like something in that white hell.\u201d<\/div>\n

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WINTER ENDED, SPRING CAME, <\/div>\n
\u201cStayed with my brother John\u2026helped with the seeding and shot<\/div>\n
a lot of billiards in Keiler\u2026made and lost a few bucks.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cArchie and Art came west that year.  We had some good times<\/div>\n
fist fighting .\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cFist fighting?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cArchie was good with his fists.  He looked skinny but was tough as old leather.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWe would place bets\u2026put Archie up against a tough guy from another town.  Often<\/div>\n
French Canadians against Archie.  Made a little bit of money that way.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Circa 1965: left to right,  Norman Skeoch, Archie Skeoch, Marguerite Skeoch, Arthur Skeoch, Arnold \u2018Red\u201d Skeoch \u2014 on the Fergus home farm<\/div>\n

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Circa 1960\u2019s: front left to right\u2026Marguerite (Skeoch) Metcalfe, Lena (Skeoch) Tosh, Elizabeth (Skeoch) Townsend.  back row\u2026.John Skeoch (farm near Keiller, Saskatchewan<\/div>\n
as large as 4200 acres), Norman Skeoch (youngest of the 5 boys, inherited the home farm), Arnold \u201cRed \u201c Skeoch<\/div>\n

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There were many copies of this photo that Uncle John gave to his brothers and sisters when he came east on holiday<\/div>\n

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Some of these men, perhaps all of them, were Harvest Excursionists, Riverhurst, Saskatchewan 1927<\/div>\n

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Alan Skeoch and Arnold \u2018Red \u201c Skeoch around 1965 at Freeman farm, Wellington County<\/div>\n

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There will be errors here since so much depends on memory but within it all is truth.  I have used<\/div>\n
dialogue to give readers a feeling for the story.  Script writers do that so why the hell can\u2019t I do it.\u201d<\/div>\n
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