John A. Turnbull ~ July 1890 - January 1975*
"I have recollections of taking the old horse down to the bush after we came from school and snaking up a tree to cut up to burn that night. One night we had nothing but a pile of pine logs on the woodpile and they were soggy and wet. However, we cut a few blocks off them and split and carried them in. We went to bed with all our clothes on that night." |
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