Farmallkid: With the right attitude to adventure you never know where your future may lie. Here in Canada as far back as the prarrie harvest, we had the harvest excursion trains. Trains would leave Halifax, Nova Scotia, and I'm sure it was more than one train and they left from more places than Halifax. It was a free ticket west for any young man with a sence of adventure. The trains returned after the harvest. The trains went west, stopping at every railway station, picking up young men wanting to work in the harvest. Once the trains got beyond the New Brunswick - Quebec border they were not allowed to stop in populated areas. Seems there was an incidence in the early days of this where young lads would leave the trains, kidnaping young ladies about town. At the next town, police would board the trains and rescue the young ladies. On one such excursion a group of young men boarded the train at Truro, Nova Scotia, in the late 1920's. They went to the harvest and back home, however one young lad was missing. He never made it back to Nova Scotia until a family reunion in 1972. He was my dad's first cousin, and dad asked why it took so long for his return. His responce," I met a young prarrie lass, and decided to stay until next harvest excursion train returned to NS." Before that occured he married the young lady and the new father in law made him part of the family farm. He went on to tell my dad that," Within two years the dirty thirties and the dust bowls on the prarries hit. The family farm survived and prospered into the 50s and 60s. I just now felt I could take the trip back home, complete with prarrie bride some of the family had never met." So be ready Mitch, you may become a grian barron.
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