So I was looking for some information on Keeler, Saskatchewan, where my family is from and I came across this family history of my family. Â My grandfather and I werenâ€™t that close after my dad left in 1982 but I couldnâ€™t help but notice he spelled my name wrong in the family history. Â And if this is accurate, my father is now 62 years old. Â I had no idea.
In case you are interested, this is his old house (and post office), this is the bar I hung out in when I was sixÂ andÂ this is his old garage. Â Also when I was six, I may or may not have held up the general store.
I had my trusty dog Tip, a pop gun, a cowboy hat and what I thought was a reasonable demand that she gave me some ice cream. Â I would have gotten all of the ice cream if I hadnâ€™t fired my toy gun (she thought it was real). Â When nothing appeared to have been shot, she told my grandmother. Â Crime never pays kids. Â Crime never pays.
Interesting trivia note is that I have the till from that General Store in my house today. Â It weighs a ton and everywhere you can grab it has very sharp edges. Â I also think that the book is incorrect as I have memories of Mrs. Garry running the store when I was older than three. Â
Of course as I am reading, it just clicked in that these must be my great grandparents.
Totally unrelated note: A well known lawyer in town has told me that he think the reason that he is in Canada is because his great great grandfather possibly killed one of my ancestors in a drunken fight back in the U.K. Â Even weirder is that we have known each other for years before and he found this out while researching his own familyâ€™s genealogy. Â Its stuff like that gets left out of small town history books.
I guess I am glad that we donâ€™t come from an honour based society where I would have to kill one of his family and so on and so on. Â If I remember correctly, he did buy dinner the night that he told us this so we could be even.