Been putting it off, but now here is my daughter's 'memory'.
I hate my long posts, but this one will be long, and a few posts, because there are a few parts to it. Also, I should explain a bit about my area, and the people, to be better understood. When Tess was about 18 months old, we acquired 11 acres and a newer mobile in the country, about 20 minutes from town. (Also, a week later, I lost my boyfriend). This area- especially the area west to us- was popular for many Finnish immigrants who came over mainly to work in the bush camps (foresty). This wasn't really the choisest land for farming (and boy, neither was mine!)but it was cheap so they bought up lots of it. It wasn't the nice, rollling pasture type (there was SOME of that but...) had lots of bedrock, heavily wooded with softwood like birch, pine and poplar, ravines, swamps etc. but somehow these tough, resourceful, stoic people set up little farms with SMALL houses, made fromf that wood- a lighter coloured wood. A typical homestead would have a small homemade sawmill, a barn, a few horses, chickens, hay etc. And the husband could be gone long periods in the bush camp, while the wife had to be tough and run it all.
One spring day, when Tess was almost 2, we were walking back up the long, rocky unpaved road to our home after getting our mail from a group box. I was teasing her about her 'boyfriend' at daycare, as I had a few times before with no incident . I was just being silly with her, as she had just started going for about two months (basically I was just 'working to pay the daycare' because I thought she could use the socialization, being so isolated where we were.
The workers said she was a real 'leader', probably just being nice, as I had always found her a little bossy but that most of the boys really liked her, and that one kept saying he was her boyfriend! . But this time, was different. She sounded just like elderly Finnish ladies I had spoke with (especially ones who had had hard lives on the 'homestead') She 'scoffed' at the suggestion of a boyfriend saying (with a Finnish accent- really) "Ahh, I don't want no more 'boyfriends',- and she laughed- "I already had one..two..threee husbands, yah, and my last husband...hah" and she made one of those hand gestures, half wave, half like 'throwing' that is typical too. "No, I joost want to be alone now, that's ok" I couldn't speak until we got home, she wasn't being my little girl at all!
I hate my long posts, but this one will be long, and a few posts, because there are a few parts to it. Also, I should explain a bit about my area, and the people, to be better understood. When Tess was about 18 months old, we acquired 11 acres and a newer mobile in the country, about 20 minutes from town. (Also, a week later, I lost my boyfriend). This area- especially the area west to us- was popular for many Finnish immigrants who came over mainly to work in the bush camps (foresty). This wasn't really the choisest land for farming (and boy, neither was mine!)but it was cheap so they bought up lots of it. It wasn't the nice, rollling pasture type (there was SOME of that but...) had lots of bedrock, heavily wooded with softwood like birch, pine and poplar, ravines, swamps etc. but somehow these tough, resourceful, stoic people set up little farms with SMALL houses, made fromf that wood- a lighter coloured wood. A typical homestead would have a small homemade sawmill, a barn, a few horses, chickens, hay etc. And the husband could be gone long periods in the bush camp, while the wife had to be tough and run it all.
One spring day, when Tess was almost 2, we were walking back up the long, rocky unpaved road to our home after getting our mail from a group box. I was teasing her about her 'boyfriend' at daycare, as I had a few times before with no incident . I was just being silly with her, as she had just started going for about two months (basically I was just 'working to pay the daycare' because I thought she could use the socialization, being so isolated where we were.
The workers said she was a real 'leader', probably just being nice, as I had always found her a little bossy but that most of the boys really liked her, and that one kept saying he was her boyfriend! . But this time, was different. She sounded just like elderly Finnish ladies I had spoke with (especially ones who had had hard lives on the 'homestead') She 'scoffed' at the suggestion of a boyfriend saying (with a Finnish accent- really) "Ahh, I don't want no more 'boyfriends',- and she laughed- "I already had one..two..threee husbands, yah, and my last husband...hah" and she made one of those hand gestures, half wave, half like 'throwing' that is typical too. "No, I joost want to be alone now, that's ok" I couldn't speak until we got home, she wasn't being my little girl at all!